WWII AU continued

[jarndyceheir]

Rock clearing was infinitely worse with sore and cramping muscles, and the drizzle made Richard fear he'd never be properly warm or dry again. He kept an eye on Tom as best he could, but really had nothing he could offer the other man now except his own silent support. Regardless of whether Tom continued to call him "sir" or not, there was really no difference between them now, other than Tom's mysterious lessons.

After an hour or so, Richard involuntarily dropped a chunk of rock as his muscles seized up, very narrowly avoiding crushing his own foot.