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[yourbestguysgun]

[ He's sticking to audio because he mostly looks like shit right now. That's what he gets for being used to his cushy life of sleeping like a normal person and then going right back to war etiquette. Soon he's going to find a beer and a cigarette and maybe a sandwich and then pass the fuck out.

Probably like in the next five minutes if he can get his limbs to co-ordinate themselves. ]

All right, roll call. Who do I have to be worried about?

[ He doesn't specify he means people he actually likes. He's too tired to even be sarcastic. ]

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[punchedhitler]

[He doesn't carry him.

He just pulls him and lets him lean, though.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Carrying would involve kicking. But leaning is totally a manly thing. ]

At least we didn't have tents this time.

[punchedhitler]

Thank god for small favors, right?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Shoving the blankets down. ]

Ugh. I have missed your soft fluffyness.

[punchedhitler]

I hope you're talking to the bed.

[yourbestguysgun]

Well, you are kinda fluffy now but no.

[punchedhitler]

[He falls on the bed. Tired. Exhausted]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Tugging the blankets out from under Steve and then curling up beside him. ]

Better?