The idea of going home was what kept him going most days; the guys needed him, were waiting for him, were probably pissed as fuck that they were fighting alone while he was here trying to pick up chicks. Sure. Yeah. That’s…that’s exactly what they were thinking.
“Okay, so the date is the one time where you won’t eat a fucking MRV, promise.” The crushing reality of the year was pushed aside; he had no clue if that fucked with everything back home, but he wouldn’t let that bother him. He had dealt with worse odds and possibilities before and still did the most obvious and stupid things to combat it; going home when he didn’t know what “home” was going to be like was just another one of those things.
But for now? This. Something they could both use, something to look forward to. He let go of her hand and stood up, smiling brightly. “You get better, I’ll organize the date, okay? Just make sure you tell me when you’re out.” Not that he wouldn’t already know; he might have been keeping an ear out on how she was doing. It was what friends did for each other right?
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“Okay, so the date is the one time where you won’t eat a fucking MRV, promise.” The crushing reality of the year was pushed aside; he had no clue if that fucked with everything back home, but he wouldn’t let that bother him. He had dealt with worse odds and possibilities before and still did the most obvious and stupid things to combat it; going home when he didn’t know what “home” was going to be like was just another one of those things.
But for now? This. Something they could both use, something to look forward to. He let go of her hand and stood up, smiling brightly. “You get better, I’ll organize the date, okay? Just make sure you tell me when you’re out.” Not that he wouldn’t already know; he might have been keeping an ear out on how she was doing. It was what friends did for each other right?