[ Maine huffs and raises an eyebrow. "Not moving." Except that his brow then creases as he remembers, oh, he should probably make sure Carolina doesn't try tracking him down, or something. That wouldn't be good.
[ Another huff — "fuckin' gravity" — as he puuushes himself upright. He leans over and fumbles in his discarded armor until he finds his TAB.
[ Cue a moment of just. Squinting at it. ]
Carolina's....
[ He trails off, trying to find the right words. Didn't really mean to start talking in the first place. Alcohol does that sometimes. He sends off one word ("Wash's"), tosses the TAB back onto his armor, and returns to his flopped-back position on Wash's bed. (If the poor thing protests, Maine ignores it.) ]
Civvies.
[ It's the best word he can think of to explain how strange she seemed. Not just older. Wash is older, too, and he's clearly been through hell. But Maine can deal with a jaded rookie; war does that shit to people. He doesn't know how to deal with a ... mellow Carolina. A Carolina who came to him in civilian clothes with nothing but a gun on her hip. A Carolina who responded with discomfort when he asked a question.
[ Broad shoulders shrug the thoughts away. No point dwelling on them. ]
no subject
[ Another huff — "fuckin' gravity" — as he puuushes himself upright. He leans over and fumbles in his discarded armor until he finds his TAB.
[ Cue a moment of just. Squinting at it. ]
Carolina's....
[ He trails off, trying to find the right words. Didn't really mean to start talking in the first place. Alcohol does that sometimes. He sends off one word ("Wash's"), tosses the TAB back onto his armor, and returns to his flopped-back position on Wash's bed. (If the poor thing protests, Maine ignores it.) ]
Civvies.
[ It's the best word he can think of to explain how strange she seemed. Not just older. Wash is older, too, and he's clearly been through hell. But Maine can deal with a jaded rookie; war does that shit to people. He doesn't know how to deal with a ... mellow Carolina. A Carolina who came to him in civilian clothes with nothing but a gun on her hip. A Carolina who responded with discomfort when he asked a question.
[ Broad shoulders shrug the thoughts away. No point dwelling on them. ]
Glad you're here.
[ More than he usually says. Good ol' liquor. ]