[ John met him in a dream that they both knew was a dream, and then again, briefly, at the very end — lights in the dark, Ianthe's necromancy calling out to him, he'd taken the hand of someone near and slid him into the tendril of fat with a thick burst of thanergy. That touch had been enough to catch his interest. But there hadn't exactly been time to stop and chat, and then after his head had been full of voices, shouting, questioning, murmured conversations. ]
Kovacs. A word?
[ Much less hesitant to use telepathy when they're not all that far apart — Kovacs just got done with his All-Sight Viewing Period. John would chase after him, and probably could so long as he isn't gone too long, but he learned his lesson with slightly more paranoid and would rather not ask about the tech he sensed in Kovacs' body while he's in distance of being a physical threat. ]
no subject
Kovacs. A word?
[ Much less hesitant to use telepathy when they're not all that far apart — Kovacs just got done with his All-Sight Viewing Period. John would chase after him, and probably could so long as he isn't gone too long, but he learned his lesson with slightly more paranoid and would rather not ask about the tech he sensed in Kovacs' body while he's in distance of being a physical threat. ]