That'd be terribly cruel, wouldn't it? Bringing us here and then denying us our vices.
[ not that he has any idea what to expect when it comes to this place, which means he's more than willing to take cues from others for now. so, when john tells him to look, he has his attention.
attention he almost immediately regrets because he can't keep the look of abject horror and disgust off his face — never been good at that; not about to start now.
gaius does a double take, even though he knows what he's looking at. knowing doesn't make it any easier to accept, though, especially given the way the blood is sticking to the spoon; it seems to defy logic. he's a little more reluctant to point that out because he's sure that will sound crazy. that is what he's squinting at, but then he glances up at john for an explanation. ]
What is—... what? Why?
[ he also can't help but look suspiciously at the cup in his hand, even though he's sure he would've noticed. ]
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[ not that he has any idea what to expect when it comes to this place, which means he's more than willing to take cues from others for now. so, when john tells him to look, he has his attention.
attention he almost immediately regrets because he can't keep the look of abject horror and disgust off his face — never been good at that; not about to start now.
gaius does a double take, even though he knows what he's looking at. knowing doesn't make it any easier to accept, though, especially given the way the blood is sticking to the spoon; it seems to defy logic. he's a little more reluctant to point that out because he's sure that will sound crazy. that is what he's squinting at, but then he glances up at john for an explanation. ]
What is—... what? Why?
[ he also can't help but look suspiciously at the cup in his hand, even though he's sure he would've noticed. ]