Day 33, Beckham's Quarters/Infirmary. Sean, Carson, anyone else.

[dr_d_beckham]

David had always been a light sleeper, so when he felt movement against him and a someone murmur something, he woke. For half a second confusion washed over him, then he blinked awake at the warmth and scent, soap and light fresh sweat and Sean, made him remember. Oh. Oh, yeah.

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[dr_s_corrigan]

Sean sighed, feeling his muscles bunch and tense despite the warmth of David beside him. The whole puzzle was frustrating, making him want to lash out, but he had no target, nothing he could fight, no solution in sight. "Right now, it's similar - Dr. Martins is familiar, a bit above a face in the crowd, but. A second ago..." The knowledge was gone, but he reached instead for the feelings, the overwhelming sense of guilt and pain and loss that had flashed through him. Even that was fading, slipping through his grasp and melting away. "I think...maybe there was something..." He stared at nothing, trying to sort through the tangle of emotion, trying to pull the threads of what he'd felt before they disappeared completely into the jumble of frustration and anger.

David put a hand on the back of Sean's neck and stroked lightly. Sean let himself lean into the touch, letting himself be grounded by it. "Something to what Major Lorne said?" David asked, vouce neutral.

Sean closed his eyes. "Possibly. But. I can't believe it was - I'm not at all the type to..." He sighed again. "I know we've been over this. It's just...frustrating."

David stroked a little harder, making Sean aware of the tightness in his neck, his shoulders. He leaned into the touch, trying to still his thoughts, to relax. Nothing's going to present itself if you're all worked up, he told himself.