Okay, the thing is? This is literally the kind of fic I would not only hate, but like, turn into some kind of silent, secret grudge against the author for years (my grudges are special; no one knows about them except me and I forget about them regularly. I am not what anyone sane would call a dangerous enemy here), and my relationship with myself shouldn't be strained, don't you think?
Would alcohol help? Or you know, a razor? I'm open to suggestions.
P.S No, I am not writing John as an alcoholic cutter either. Though honestly, the way this thing is shaping up, I'm not sure it would be all that much worse.