With all the adults in the same cut of boring boxy suits, it's pretty easy to ignore all of them without a second glance.
Except one of them, a gaunt lanky figure, has familiar wavy hair, unable to be tamed by pomade, and an expression that could cut steel that John's only ever seen in a mirror. And he's not looking at John: he's not really looking at anyone, but there's a white cane in his right hand that he's using to carefully trace a path towards the front door.
He just needs some space. Away from the choking perfume and ugly fake laughter and snide passive-aggressive mockery that they think he can't hear because he's blind, and therefore fully ignorant of the world outside his immediate reach.
He certainly doesn't register John, when he almost shoulder checks his tiny new body. Just gives a fleeting, "Sorry-" and keeps moving.
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Except one of them, a gaunt lanky figure, has familiar wavy hair, unable to be tamed by pomade, and an expression that could cut steel that John's only ever seen in a mirror. And he's not looking at John: he's not really looking at anyone, but there's a white cane in his right hand that he's using to carefully trace a path towards the front door.
He just needs some space. Away from the choking perfume and ugly fake laughter and snide passive-aggressive mockery that they think he can't hear because he's blind, and therefore fully ignorant of the world outside his immediate reach.
He certainly doesn't register John, when he almost shoulder checks his tiny new body. Just gives a fleeting, "Sorry-" and keeps moving.