John was not the brightest crayon in the box when it came to interpersonal relationships that involved him. He knew it, everyone who had ever known him knew it and had constantly pointed out how dense he was. Hell, he hadn't realized Eva's intentions regarding him until she was in his lap, kissing him like her life depended on it.
Which, it kind of had. Bad example.
But even someone as oblivious as Big Boss had to stop and question that kind of statement. What did it matter if it wasn't him? After all, Kaz was throwing around how much better Venom was compared to him. He doubted Venom argued much when it came to Kaz telling him how Diamond Dogs should be run, anyway. That's how he had been programmed; to allow Kaz to guide him a little more. Where as during the days of MSF, he and Miller had gotten into the occassional disagreement (read: fist fight) about how things should go.
"I don't..." Know what I should say. What I should do. Words have never been John's strong-suit, anyway. That phrase just kept running through his head, like it was important but he just couldn't understand why. So, the soldier sighs, more of a soft huff, unsure what the next step should be. "We shouldn't... This isn't important right now. We should get you settled." He knows he'll catch flak for brushing off the conversation, but Kaz does need to get a roof over his head. Maybe he'll see reason.
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John was not the brightest crayon in the box when it came to interpersonal relationships that involved him. He knew it, everyone who had ever known him knew it and had constantly pointed out how dense he was. Hell, he hadn't realized Eva's intentions regarding him until she was in his lap, kissing him like her life depended on it.
Which, it kind of had. Bad example.
But even someone as oblivious as Big Boss had to stop and question that kind of statement. What did it matter if it wasn't him? After all, Kaz was throwing around how much better Venom was compared to him. He doubted Venom argued much when it came to Kaz telling him how Diamond Dogs should be run, anyway. That's how he had been programmed; to allow Kaz to guide him a little more. Where as during the days of MSF, he and Miller had gotten into the occassional disagreement (read: fist fight) about how things should go.
"I don't..." Know what I should say. What I should do. Words have never been John's strong-suit, anyway. That phrase just kept running through his head, like it was important but he just couldn't understand why. So, the soldier sighs, more of a soft huff, unsure what the next step should be. "We shouldn't... This isn't important right now. We should get you settled." He knows he'll catch flak for brushing off the conversation, but Kaz does need to get a roof over his head. Maybe he'll see reason.