No, they couldn't. It had always been like that, hadn't it? Getting sent to shitholes to get intelligence when all someone wanted was a beach. A little sand. A little sun. It was times like that where Maine didn't mind being the wall, passed over for those missions in place of more exciting ones.
There was a hard roll of his eyes, grunting under his breath. Those fucking jokes. Yeah, he had heard them, they all had heard them, and none of them were ever any good. And while he hated being grounded, it sounded like he hadn't missed much on this one. Small favors.
However, it was still better than being here.
He caught the line of Wash's eye, saw him catch the carving, and he felt the corner of his lips quirk up in a small smirk as he shrugged. No big deal. Not very good, though. Snorting, he looked over Wash, eyes on him as he turned around, one hand going for the other's shirt and lifting it up so he could make sure. He hadn't been lying, which was good; sitting here was doing nothing for anyone, other than giving him way too much time to think about what got him in this position to start with.
If I had just been stronger...
Dropping the shirt, he squeezed the other's shoulder - Glad you're back - before sitting on the edge of the bed. It sank a little under his weight, squeaking, but he was used to it. Fuck his pain levels; it was all manageable. Everything was manageable other than being left behind.
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Date: 2016-06-03 01:41 am (UTC)There was a hard roll of his eyes, grunting under his breath. Those fucking jokes. Yeah, he had heard them, they all had heard them, and none of them were ever any good. And while he hated being grounded, it sounded like he hadn't missed much on this one. Small favors.
However, it was still better than being here.
He caught the line of Wash's eye, saw him catch the carving, and he felt the corner of his lips quirk up in a small smirk as he shrugged. No big deal. Not very good, though. Snorting, he looked over Wash, eyes on him as he turned around, one hand going for the other's shirt and lifting it up so he could make sure. He hadn't been lying, which was good; sitting here was doing nothing for anyone, other than giving him way too much time to think about what got him in this position to start with.
If I had just been stronger...
Dropping the shirt, he squeezed the other's shoulder - Glad you're back - before sitting on the edge of the bed. It sank a little under his weight, squeaking, but he was used to it. Fuck his pain levels; it was all manageable. Everything was manageable other than being left behind.
There was a low hiss, beckoning.