Cricket's not sure what's left off the end of that I'm not, but even with everything else going on he's acute enough to see it's something that's hard for Steve to articulate, maybe hard for him to think about, and...and he's been kind, protective, exactly the kind of help Cricket needed in this debacle, so the least he can do is accept.
"Yessir," he says, almost gently, and puts forth no more arguments, hanging his cane off his own belt and clinging obediently to Steve's back on the way back to base.
There'll probably be questions later, but now is not the time.
Cricket and Azwel haven't talked a lot, but he recognizes him, and it's kind of a relief to see a familiar face. He gives him an uncertain smile, arms folded across his chest as if to protect himself, and answers, "'Bout an hour and a half, I reckon? Maybe a little less. Two bullet wounds. Chest and belly."
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"Yessir," he says, almost gently, and puts forth no more arguments, hanging his cane off his own belt and clinging obediently to Steve's back on the way back to base.
There'll probably be questions later, but now is not the time.
Cricket and Azwel haven't talked a lot, but he recognizes him, and it's kind of a relief to see a familiar face. He gives him an uncertain smile, arms folded across his chest as if to protect himself, and answers, "'Bout an hour and a half, I reckon? Maybe a little less. Two bullet wounds. Chest and belly."