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[soldier_singled]

It's been a week, more or less. A week of questions that make no sense, of Web following him around like a shadow with that goddamned look on his face. Joe ain't gonna lie - it's driving him mad. In silence, he sits smoking, one foot against the wall, rocking backwards and forwards, not really looking at anything. He can hear Web moving around

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[thewordofweb]

Though I've probably been pushing it as far as boundaries go, I've yet to really leave Joe alone. It's working, inasmuch as nothing has gone incredibly awry. He seems more irritated, but then, it's not as if he asked for this hand-holding.

That doesn't mean I'm about to stop, however.

Tonight, it's just a check-in and I ease the door that connects us open, leaning against the doorway and just watching Joe smoke for a good long while. "Hey," I greet, voice hardly there. "You feel like grabbing a drink or something?"

[soldier_singled]

Just the very sound of Web's voice is enough to set Joe's teeth on edge just then, and he pauses to take a long drag on his cigarette before he cranes his neck to look back over his shoulder.

"When you say a drink, Web, are you gonna shut up long enough for me to drink it? Or are you just aching for a change in fuckin' venue for babysitting?"

He's a thirty year old man, and, more than that, he's a paratrooper. He don't need looking after like his damn kid brother.

[thewordofweb]

It's been like this for the past couple days and I sigh under my breath and do my best not to lock my jaw in one place, trying not to let him rile me this way. I thought I'd gotten over it in Haguenau, but I guess I live to be surprised. "Yes, a drink," I reply, clipped. "What the fuck does it matter if I talk while you drink it?"

[soldier_singled]

"It occur to you that I'm sick of hearing your voice, Webster?" says Joe, kicking back out of the chair and standing up, flexing his shoulders under his shirt.

"It occur to you that I'm sick of being questioned like I was rounded up by the fuckin' S.S? I feel like I oughta just be giving you name, rank and goddamn serial number."