The following morning was interesting. John and Jim had managed to tangle themselves in the blankets. Maybe it was all of Jim's wriggling through out the night. The slimmer man wiggled free, the grip of the blankets slackened from Jim's absence.

"Okay," John chuckled as he worked himself free. He sat up and threw his legs over the side of the bed, "We're going to have to figure something out so that doesn't happened." He smiled warmly at Jim. The man seemed far more energetic then he had the last few days. He immediately latched to the doctor, nuzzling.

"Thank you, Johnny… You keep the bad things away… I really like that…" He muttered quietly. John pressed a hand to his back. Sure enough, what trembles and jerks that were normally there were still. How a single night was able to do that was ridiculous. The blonde looked at the clock.

Okay, maybe they had over slept just a little bit.

"What are we going to do today, Johnny?" Jim perked up, finally untangling his arms and kneeling. His eyes were wide and curious, a smile across his face.

"We're going to… Go out somewhere. How does the park sound, Jim? Watch clouds, have a picnic?" John's brow quirked, the man-boy grinning and licking his lower lip as he nodded. The doctor laughed, "then go get ready, love." With that, Jim was out the door and into his own room, the door slamming shut queue of that.

After the pair showered and got sandwiches together, as well as a couple of thermoses filled with tea, they set off, hailing a taxi. Jim stared out the window, wide eyes catching every detail he saw, absorbing it. Some things were familiar, others not so much. He rested his chin on his knuckles, humming quietly. John propped his elbow on the door, fist pressing into his cheek as he watched the man pay no mind to the world and just stare out the window.

"Johnny, has the world always been this… Pretty?" He looked over his shoulder before resting his head on his hand.

"One wouldn't consider it pretty… There are disgusting things that happen, love…" John uttered softly, brows furrowed slightly. In turn, Jim's brows furrowed.

"Really? All the trees though… The birds. The only thing I don't like are the people. People were mean to me, Johnny…" He muttered softly.

"Everyone has their bullies, Jim."

"But I didn't have anyone to help," came a meek reply. John leaned over, pressing a palm to the crown of Jim's head and pushing him down a little, kissing the creased skin of his brow.

"You have me now, Jimmy love. I don't plan on leaving any time soon."

Jim smiled, nuzzling the doctor's chin softly. Slowly, the car came to a stop, John paid the driver and the two scanned the park for a spot. Jim grabbed John's wrist and lead him to a secluded tree that watched over the park. They sat in the grass, watching people before John opened the basket and offered Jim a sandwich. The two sat in a long period of silence as they ate.

"Johnny, why can't I remember much?" Jim asked, looking at John with his brows knitted in frustration.

"… Because you had an accident, Jim."

"That hurt my memory?"

"Very much so."

"Johnny, I want to remember," the broken man said, looking back at his half eaten sandwich, "… It feels like all the stuff you told me isn't true sometimes…" He took a bite, sighing through his nostrils.

"Love, just… Relax. Remember what you want. Memories may come back in time," John replied. Jim sighed and scooted closer to John, resting his head on the man's shoulder.

"… Okay…" He uttered softly.

Once they finished their lunch, John laid back, Jim using his shoulder as a pillow and they just stared up. Occasionally, the army doctor would point out clouds in ridiculous shapes, which caused what used to be a criminal mastermind to giggle. The two ended up falling asleep in the grass, though it was a light sleep.

By the time they had awoken, the sun was setting and the park was emptier. Now, it was young and old couples strolling along the paths. Jim rubbed his eyes, letting out a soft yawn.

"Johnny, can we go home?" He tilted his head. John chuckled softly and began to gather what they had left, pushing it into the basket.

"Come along, little duck," he said with a chuckle as he offered his hand down to the man, who took it and pulled himself up. To the nickname, his eyes had widened and he blinked twice.

"Little duck?"

"You follow me. You're like a duckling."

"I don't have anyone else to follow…"

"I'll always be here for you to follow, guide your steps and show you truth…"

With that, he guided the broken criminal to the entrance of the park, holding his hand.