[ he lets out a sigh, pressure from his hands on john's cheeks as he shakes john's head slowly side to side before dropping his hands to curl at the back of john's neck. ]

...Do you really think you're not some kind of guiding light, John? Rose keeps me grounded, but I've always judged right and wrong from the compass point of you. [ he always forgets, these days, about the time he spent here before he remembered. it falls back behind the memories more and more. ]