He doesn't even dodge her hand. Lets it hit and rebound, not even phasing him more than a roll of his eyes. The ones that are still light and luminous, when he's turning to where she's looking, wiping at the sweat on his forehead, down across the back of his cheek and side of his neck, sliding into the short closed-clipped hair at the back of his neck.
It, actually, turns into a laugh when she takes off with that alone, and follows right after her. Not needing an invitation. Eyes on the stairs, and the closest group coming up toward them, how many more steps down that is by he different muscles in his calves and thighs that twinge with surprise at a different kind of beating starting.
When he's calling out to her, while catching up, not even winded for the effort.
"Yeah, that'd be best. I don't think Tripler's food has improved any."
Even if it was head and shoulders above mess food and mission food -- or lack of food -- sometimes.
But getting laid up for anything other than getting laid out was worthy of getting ribbed by the good men and women doing the hard jobs they came from for a reason. There was no glory in getting stuck between white walls. That was for civilians or casualties, and very little in between.
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Date: 2013-01-28 06:20 pm (UTC)It, actually, turns into a laugh when she takes off with that alone, and follows right after her. Not needing an invitation. Eyes on the stairs, and the closest group coming up toward them, how many more steps down that is by he different muscles in his calves and thighs that twinge with surprise at a different kind of beating starting.
When he's calling out to her, while catching up, not even winded for the effort.
"Yeah, that'd be best. I don't think Tripler's food has improved any."
Even if it was head and shoulders above mess food and mission food -- or lack of food -- sometimes.
But getting laid up for anything other than getting laid out was worthy of getting ribbed by the good men and women doing the hard jobs they came from for a reason. There was no glory in getting stuck between white walls. That was for civilians or casualties, and very little in between.