"We came over the wall..."
In her sleep, she stirs and rolls towards him, pressing her nose against the hollow of his throat. It's a familiar position to find herself in, her arm snaking across him, hand smoothing across his hip. She fights valiantly to stay awake but it isn't working. Nelson shoves his head against her hand, looking for attention and Eden lifts her head, blinking sleepily, half draped across Babe's chest.
She lifts her head and watches familiar fucking country rolling by.
For a moment, she stares and then she rolls away from him, taking in her surroundings. The train that they left Glasgow on. Cally and Stirling alseep with their backs to the wall. Davos is nearby. Davos. THere's some comfort in that. Nelson is trying to curl up on Babe's belly, and, by the door, Norton is sitting and watching the world go by.
"...Fucking hell," breathes Eden, staring at him, because the last time she saw him, he was dying. He turns to look at her, his mouth open to say something, and she sees him take in Babe and Davos and the fucking cat and then he looks back at her.
"...Pardon my French, Major, but what the fuck is this?"
She lifts her head and watches familiar fucking country rolling by.
For a moment, she stares and then she rolls away from him, taking in her surroundings. The train that they left Glasgow on. Cally and Stirling alseep with their backs to the wall. Davos is nearby. Davos. THere's some comfort in that. Nelson is trying to curl up on Babe's belly, and, by the door, Norton is sitting and watching the world go by.
"...Fucking hell," breathes Eden, staring at him, because the last time she saw him, he was dying. He turns to look at her, his mouth open to say something, and she sees him take in Babe and Davos and the fucking cat and then he looks back at her.
"...Pardon my French, Major, but what the fuck is this?"