[Open to Spartan Haus]

[chttrbox_recon]

who ; chttrbox_recon and Whoever else is in Spartan Base at the time
what ; Jun's home and trying to work through is relapse.
where ; Spartan Base, his room, the kitchen, or anywhere inbetween
when ; May 19th
warning(s) ; PTSD

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[thom_293]

[It felt... weird, giving Jun space. Trying to. Thom didn't want to push, but he also wanted to make it damned clear that he was there if Jun needed him to be.

It took him approximately three hours to cook -- whatever it was he ended up with in the pot he was carrying. He was pretty sure it could have been called 'chicken' once upon a time, but now it was just 'things in a pot that smelled sort of like food and sort of like gun oil'.

He made no secret of his approach, stopped outside the door and bumped it with his elbow, not quite a knock so much as an indication he'd meant to stop there.]

Hey. It's Thom. Brought some -- unidentifiable semi-sentient mass that could probably have been called food in another life. Want me to leave it outside?

[chttrbox_recon]

[Jun hears that knock and tenses immediately, and even after he hears who it is, it still takes him a moment to calm himself to a point where he's comfortable enough to get up and open the door himself, putting on a ghost of a smile that's nothing more than a thin veneer.]

Hey man. [He motions Thom in, his voice worn. He'd been sleeping, mostly, but hardly getting any rest, and it's showing on his face, in the dark circles under his eyes and the slight crease to his brow that hasn't lifted since the whole thing happened.]

[thom_293]

[He just holds out the pot in offering.]

I don't think cocoa powder is any way to season chicken, personally, but hey. Taking cues from the master isn't as easy as a guy might think.

[chttrbox_recon]

[He just looks at the pot a moment, before taking it with a soft, brief chuckle.]

Don't you know? Chocolate makes everything better. [It's certainly one of his favored ingredients, when he's up to it. He's hoping it holds true now; he could use a little chocolaty goodness.

[evaskullface]

Emile had to admit that he'd missed Jun badly. Sure, there had been plenty of missions where the team had been separated for weeks at a time. This wasn't a mission, though. This was more downtime he had to think than he'd ever really had before.

He knew Jun would have to come back on his own terms, and he respected that, but it didn't stop him from waiting outside Three's room against the wall for a chance to talk.

[chttrbox_recon]

Jun's startled a bit when he goes to leave his room, not expecting Emile and half tempted to just retreat back in and close the door. He starts the motion but forces himself to stop and resist, and ends up freezing in his doorway.

"Yeah?" It comes out a little sharply, frustration at the situation and the ever constant oppression.

[evaskullface]

Emile winced a little under his visor, though it shouldn't have showed externally at all.

"Just wanted to say welcome back, Three. Been too long."

[chttrbox_recon]

Jun deflated slightly at that, his shoulders sagging as he reached up to rub the back of his neck.

"Oh .. yeah. Sorry about that." He wasn't quite sure what else to say. Glad to be back just didn't seem to fit the situation, not yet.

[nobletwo]

The lights were dim in Kat's quarters, mainly to make up for the glow of various electronics and screens. Her desk was littered with them, a screen here in a mess of wires, another there. A small hologram projector had been installed to the side, its base glowing faintly.

Kat sat at her desk, head in hand as she stared at the scroll of text on the screen directly in front of her, her robotic hand moving swiftly over a keypad to the side. She pauses, briefly, hesitating a moment as she stares at her work, hand drawing away to rest on the corner of the table.

"Dot, what's his status?"

A changing, glowing pattern of crosshairs winks to life on one of the nearby screens, her pattern shifting as she speaks, "Specification?"

Kat's fingers move across the keypad again, and with a few strokes brings up a few stills from various security feeds, some taken during Jun's stint outside base.

"Noble Three."

Dot never hesitates, launching off, "Without proper psychiatric evaluation there is no accurate information on Noble Three's mental

[chttrbox_recon]

She'd caught Jun in the hallway, between destinations, and therefore at one of his more tense moments. Startled, his first reaction, which he fully followed through on, was to punch out the hologram receiver she was projecting from.

A moment later, realizing what he'd done, he sags back against the wall and shakes his fist out. He glances either way down the hall, this time trying to anticipate her popping out at him.

[nobletwo]

Dot's hologram fizzles out the moment that Jun destroys the receiver and there's a brief moment of complete, dead silence.

"Noble Three, please do not destroy the equipment," Dot's disembodied voice could be heard first before her crosshairs winked into view on an installed monitor screen.

[chttrbox_recon]

"Right, yeah, sorry." He mumbles, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. He forces out a little chuckle, "So, uh ... long time, yeah?"

This hallway was suddenly feeling too small, and yet too exposed.