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[acts_of_gord]

Today was-

Well, today was a very long day for Gordon. First the train crash, and then the Hunter attack, the nightmare in the mines, and the bridge- oh, and the autogun yard

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[blueshifted]

Barney's on his way back from the bunks to where the rest of the rebel troops are; he's got a lot to tell them, and not a whole lot of time to do it in. He wasn't expecting to run into anyone, and is idly leafing through the short report he's scribbled out.

[acts_of_gord]

There are worse impromptu meals than headcrab jerky that's been soaked in hot water; it's almost like mass market chili, if you don't think about it too hard. At least, that's what Gordon's telling himself when he all but trips over Barney.

"Whoop! Sorry- oh..." He offers a rueful smile. "Didn't see you there, Barney. Should've been paying attention."

[blueshifted]

"Oh!" It takes a second for Barney to shake his head and look up. "--oh, Gordon. Howdy. S'alright, don't worry."

His voice is just a little too sorrowful for a pleasant greeting. Subtle, but it's there. And Barney's normally cheerful, besides.

[acts_of_gord]

Gordon's never been known for his people skills overall, but he's better at dealing with the handful of individuals he knows really well. Barney's generally been one of those, so one eyebrow goes up at the tone.

"... you okay?"