I'm sure. [For all that things were hard in Europe... well, Steve knows he missed a lot of it. Yeah, there were plenty of days and nights and weeks spent out in the field, but the SSR operated mainly out of London, and that meant at least a bunk bed to sleep in and fresh water, even if the showers were unreliable in terms of temperature. But he won't even pretend that he knows what it was like out there for Sledge - just respect it, and do what he can to make it better for him right now.
He tilts his head toward the door leading down.] It's just down a couple of decks. [He won't offer to carry anything, because he doesn't want to insinuate that Eugene can't, but he will try to get him to a place where he can set things down as quickly as possible. So he'll get started if and when it looks like the other is ready to follow him.] Where are you from, Private? Where's home?
[The accent gives away the region, but not much more.]
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He tilts his head toward the door leading down.] It's just down a couple of decks. [He won't offer to carry anything, because he doesn't want to insinuate that Eugene can't, but he will try to get him to a place where he can set things down as quickly as possible. So he'll get started if and when it looks like the other is ready to follow him.] Where are you from, Private? Where's home?
[The accent gives away the region, but not much more.]