He wasn't the fatherly type, he was sure he wouldn't have been a good father as his own father had been, although the reasons were a little different. His father wasn't an evil man, just as Price believed that he wasn't evil either, he just sometimes had to do seemingly evil acts to create good. But John just wasn't meant to run around little people and give them his undying love, even though there were times when he longed so strongly afterwards. To care, to provide, and to be there for a little replica of himself, but one that would be everything and so much more than and only him. What good is a father if he is not a part of his children's lives. His potential sons and daughters would only know him from photographs and their mother's stories. It just... didn't work. And maybe that's why he hated it when... uhh.

Was it his fault? Was it his behavior, his actions that made you take such a stand against him? Did he soften his view of you? Did his eyes laugh while his face was stony and his words were sharp? What changed?

He frowned a little and stretched more, his hand serving as your pillow. The room was dark, only a fleeting sliver of light from under the door dispelled the darkness from the corners. He leaned down and kissed your hair, which was slightly damp with sweat. You smelled just the way he liked it. Like you, like him, like making love... and yet, this moment was everything he could have asked for, there was one thing that wouldn't leave his mind. As you neared your climax, instead of his name, a nicer version of the word dad escaped your lips (as it had so many times that night). Maybe he was too old for that and simply didn't get it. Still, he couldn't help himself, and...

"Hey. Pumpkin..." he breathed, making sure he wasn't sleeping. "So what's your relationship with your dad anyway?" He didn't want to believe that you had a daddy issue but then again... it was pretty common these days.