Things Unsaid - Why Not Me Mix
Mar. 15th, 2013 11:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
notjustafaceThey're heading into Baghdad in ten hours and the only thing that sounds better than crawling into bed with a few beers and a big steak in his belly is having someone to crawl into the bunk with - but like everything else before going into a suicide mission it's complicated... made even more complicated with Hannibal's advice still ringing in his ears.
Figure it out. Right. If it were that easy to figure things out he wouldn't be the guy that bails every time it starts getting heavy. Well, at least every time save for the one that beat him to the punch. El Diablo... he likes that. And he likes French girls that smell like berries and kiss like cougars and when the base is quiet because everyone else has gone to bed for the night.
And he likes the guy that's still putting the finishing touches on a skid plate that's been done for hours in the empty shop.
"Bedtime, Murdock..." he calls with a soft smile as he walks across the room.
Figure it out. Right. If it were that easy to figure things out he wouldn't be the guy that bails every time it starts getting heavy. Well, at least every time save for the one that beat him to the punch. El Diablo... he likes that. And he likes French girls that smell like berries and kiss like cougars and when the base is quiet because everyone else has gone to bed for the night.
And he likes the guy that's still putting the finishing touches on a skid plate that's been done for hours in the empty shop.
"Bedtime, Murdock..." he calls with a soft smile as he walks across the room.
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Date: 2013-03-16 09:53 am (UTC)It'd be easy to just to let it go... but maybe it's just his way of figuring it out. Maybe he can't just let it be easy.
"Okay." He nods slowly, stepping closer. "You got me, do you want me to say it? I'm more terrified to be having this conversation... ever... than the fact that we're on the cusp of the most insane mission we've ever done. Because at least I know if I fuck that up I won't have to look you in the eyes and tell you I'm sorry - because I'll be dead."
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Date: 2013-03-16 10:04 am (UTC)He knows how much harder it is for Face to put things in those boxes he has when it's someone he really cares about... and when it comes down to it, he's asking for a leap of faith. That's a pretty major thing.
And he's so not thinking about the death thing. Nope, not at all, no sirree. Face isn't the only one who can compartmentalize.
"I know you, remember? I knew what I was getting into when we started this. I'm not gonna push this any more tonight, but can you at least trust that I know how to watch out for myself?"
After that med crack, he's really not sure anymore.
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Date: 2013-03-16 10:10 am (UTC)Not that it helps anything, just knowing that Murdock understands it's really not his fault.
"Murdock..." he whispers, reaching out to grab the corner of his shirt as he steps closer still. "Just because I can't say it... doesn't mean I don't."
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Date: 2013-03-16 10:19 am (UTC)He doesn't back away, but he doesn't get any closer either.
"C'mon, let's get inside."
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Date: 2013-03-16 10:23 am (UTC)It's too broken. He fucked up. But maybe he'll fix it if that's what's supposed to happen.
Instead, he's the first to move toward the bunk and when he lays his head down he thinks about the stupid teddy bear back in his footlocker at the house and whispers; "G'night Murdock."
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Date: 2013-03-16 10:29 am (UTC)He runs a hand through his hair instead before heading to his own bunk.
"Night, baby."