Stiles And John - Blog Posts
John was always good at sticking his nose where it didn't belong. Whether it be for gossip or out of curiosity, he often found himself looking at people a little too long or listening in a little too close.
When he saw the stranger standing at the side of the street, though, it wasn't curiosity or a sense of a story that drew his attention. It was the state of him. A confused look, a backpack, and clothes that seemed a little less like a preferred choice and more something that was easy to get and comfortable enough to wear.
He didn't seem strange to John, he felt achingly familiar. It wasn't Swynlake for John, but some other small town in the middle of nowhere. A backpack with things given to him in the A&E and clothes they'd given him too. And a pure sense of uncertainty as he'd faced a world he'd never seen before.
"Hey, you alright, mate?" John asked, strolling up casually but gripping his cane a little tighter. "These streets can be a little confusing when you first come to town, is there anywhere specific you're trying to get?"
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