[for Web] Dated Sunday morning, Feb. 8th

[aintthatbad]

Skinny's used to less than ideal sleeping conditions. Hell, it's pretty much a way of life in the military, and the things he's learned to sleep through could fill a book. But honestly, he was really looking forward to uninterrupted nights in that room of his. To have it interrupted by that, well. Skinny's a patient guy, but this would take some

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[thewordofweb]

After the evening, the first place I had gone was nowhere. I was perfectly content to enjoy a good lie-in. The second place I went happened to be Skinny's door to see if I couldn't beg myself an ounce of forgiveness for the night before.

He hadn't been there and it feels like a wild goose chase until I do see a glimpse of him out in the trees. "Skinny!" I call out to him, jogging to try and catch up. "Skinny, wait!"

[aintthatbad]

Skinny turns, maybe slows down a touch, but he doesn't stop walking.

"Hey, Web," he calls back, and turns back toward the trail. "Not here to give me another lecture, are you?"

[thewordofweb]

I feel a flash of guilt, wondering if that's some snipe of a way to push at me after last night, but I catch up to him with sure steps, breathless by the time I get there. "No," I gasp out. "To apologize." A conciliatory smile feels weak, as though I should be able to offer more, but the truth is, I don't know how this is going to play out.

[aintthatbad]

He snorts, and keeps his eyes trained forward. "Now why exactly would you want to do that?"

The hill is getting steeper, and it's humid enough to be home -- he can't pretend away other things, though. He keeps trudging.