upstairs, carl's room -- for trudy

[one_man_army]

He's got everything he thinks he's going to need for a possible extended stay out in his world spread out on the bed in front of him; two empty duffel bags sit on nearby chairs, waiting to be used. Clothes, laptop, a few assorted books and maps, cash, his weapon and three spare magazines, chargers for electronics, running shoes and combat boots,

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[hallelujahpilot]

"Hey," she says, giving him a quiet smile as she leans against the door to shut it. Her eyes go from him to the bed, and all his things spread out over the bed. Something in her twists, just a bit.

She's spread out her own things to pack often enough.

[one_man_army]

"Hey, yourself."

He exhales a breath of air (a sigh of relief, maybe?) and turns his body towards her, taking a step away from the end of the bed, uncrossing his arms as he does so.

Stand down, Benton.

[hallelujahpilot]

"Would giving you a hug count as being distracting?" She's trying not to be distracting, because he does need to get out and start living, but at the same time, she wants him to stay.

He's still (always will be) military enough that she can't quite shake the 'don't go, don't go and get yourself hurt' feeling.

And this, Chacon, is why you told yourself never to date military. Nice one, there.

[one_man_army]

Carl allows himself to smile, an easy, lopsided grin that lights a familiar spark in his eyes that wasn't there a moment earlier.

"Honestly? Think a bit of distractin' wouldn't go amiss right now."

He'll meet her in the middle of the room. He's not going to make her do all the work, after all.