Comfort
(OOC: This is moving the plot forward from some of the slow, Yes, we know we RP at a pace that makes continental drift seem speedy, shhhh… XD weighty threads. There might be some things that get backdated and retconned in before this takes place.)
The last few days, hell, the last weeks had been an utter blur, a swirl of colors in Lennox’s head. There was the hunt, there was impromptu surgery, there was yelling, so much yelling…
Matt, at least seemed out of immediate danger, and guilt or not, he was safe in Maggie’s hands. While Lennox had assured both Graham and Ironhide that another attempt at his own life was not going to happen, there had still not been enough headway for the Guardian’s liking.
With no small amount of prodding, Ironhide had Lennox gather supplies for another trip to their secluded cave. The Ranger was willing to go, he wanted time without his Captain’s injury clawing so roughly at his conscience. He needed to get away from seeing that too familiar softness in Maggie’s eyes as she nursed her Trooper. And he could not handle any of the probing, if well-meaning questions from any of the other mechs if they happened to try passing through the Shack.
Ironhide felt the clock was ticking before Will started retreating back into his own head. To speed the escape process, he had coaxed Maggie into helping with packing and got his charge settled in his cab for the ride. Will was drifting out of it more and more, quiet and drowsy for most of the drive to their seclusion.
Initially, Will had stumbled around the little clearing, reacquainting himself with the area. It had been a while. The river was icy near the edges, and Will tucked close to Ironhide during the nights. Today, he had climbed up on a high boulder, standing staring at the river as his partner moved around and checked over supplies. He rubbed at his stomach, debating dealing with trying to eat some more of the over-boiled stew he had been poking at with little enthusiasm in the bowl at his feet.
The last few days, hell, the last weeks had been an utter blur, a swirl of colors in Lennox’s head. There was the hunt, there was impromptu surgery, there was yelling, so much yelling…
Matt, at least seemed out of immediate danger, and guilt or not, he was safe in Maggie’s hands. While Lennox had assured both Graham and Ironhide that another attempt at his own life was not going to happen, there had still not been enough headway for the Guardian’s liking.
With no small amount of prodding, Ironhide had Lennox gather supplies for another trip to their secluded cave. The Ranger was willing to go, he wanted time without his Captain’s injury clawing so roughly at his conscience. He needed to get away from seeing that too familiar softness in Maggie’s eyes as she nursed her Trooper. And he could not handle any of the probing, if well-meaning questions from any of the other mechs if they happened to try passing through the Shack.
Ironhide felt the clock was ticking before Will started retreating back into his own head. To speed the escape process, he had coaxed Maggie into helping with packing and got his charge settled in his cab for the ride. Will was drifting out of it more and more, quiet and drowsy for most of the drive to their seclusion.
Initially, Will had stumbled around the little clearing, reacquainting himself with the area. It had been a while. The river was icy near the edges, and Will tucked close to Ironhide during the nights. Today, he had climbed up on a high boulder, standing staring at the river as his partner moved around and checked over supplies. He rubbed at his stomach, debating dealing with trying to eat some more of the over-boiled stew he had been poking at with little enthusiasm in the bowl at his feet.