Feb 09, 2009 19:32
Speirs had been spending a lot of time thinking about what he and Babe had talked about. It was bizarre to hear the other soldier express the same fears and insecurities Speirs himself had gone through a number of years before. It wasn't that Speirs had completely resolved them, or didn't occasionally think he was sick and wrong somehow, but he'd simply had longer to learn how to handle it.
He was normally an introspective man, but as he walked down the street toward the Ribbon (he hadn't seen Stoshi in too long), he was especially inward turned, just taking the occasional drag from a cigarette, smoking trailing behind him a bit in the cool air.
martha jones,
streets,
faramir