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[nothingtomiss]

Second night running that Brad is stumbling drunk, and it feels pretty good. He ought to be on his way back to Abby's. Abby's is safe and secure, and nobody's out of their fucking mind there, but he finds his feet taking him in a different direction. Of all the corps, Recon Marines have a talent for find their way home even when smashed out of

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[assured_of_this]

The familiar voice jars Nate from the first misty haze of sleep, and he practically ejects himself from the bed, getting caught in the sheets in the process and landing on the floor with a graceless thump. A moment later he's leaning in the doorway, cool as a cucumber.

"Well hello."

[nothingtomiss]

That's a pretty loud thump, and Brad blinks, but, suddenly, there Nate is, not wearing a lot of anything at all. Brad doesn't stare, doesn't look anywhere but Nate's face, but it takes a lot of what shreds of self control he has left.

"Did I...wake you?"

He's concentrating so hard not to slur that, momentarily, he goes a little light headed.

[assured_of_this]

"Me? No," Nate insists. He drops his eyes down Brad's body, pauses, and then looks him in the eye again with a coy smile. "You look a little out of it, Brad. Maybe you should come inside."

[nothingtomiss]

Why's he there, if he doesn't intend to go in. He nods and walks towards Nate, trailing one hand against the rough wooden wall.

"Just wanted to check in," he says, and that much is the truth. He's been avoiding Nate and it makes him feel like a pussy.