A little, [Gene says, smiling cautiously, even if he's still not entirely sure how much he believes the guy. Maybe he's just totally insane, but maybe he's telling the truth? It's definitely not something he'd ever considered as a possibility before, and now he finds himself wondering if someone's going to try to tell him he's in a comic book or something. Jesus.
Anyway, despite not being entirely certain, Gene still follows him and nods when he mentions Peleliu. He wonders if that's a good thing to know, that no matter what's coming next for him, he's already been through the worst of it. Maybe it's even a little reassuring.
Assuming he survives. Assuming there ever is a next thing.
He steps into Steve's room and stops in his tracks again, frowning a little as he looks around. It's not like showing up on the deck, not something totally alien and strange or anything, but the furniture's all wrong, the books on the shelves look different, just... all of it looks off.
(It's also very clean, and he's filthy. There's so much dried blood on his uniform and has been since the landing, since the guy got shot on the LVT and fell on top of him.)
So he sort of self consciously sets his pack down, and even more reluctantly props his rifle against it.]
[spam!!]
Anyway, despite not being entirely certain, Gene still follows him and nods when he mentions Peleliu. He wonders if that's a good thing to know, that no matter what's coming next for him, he's already been through the worst of it. Maybe it's even a little reassuring.
Assuming he survives. Assuming there ever is a next thing.
He steps into Steve's room and stops in his tracks again, frowning a little as he looks around. It's not like showing up on the deck, not something totally alien and strange or anything, but the furniture's all wrong, the books on the shelves look different, just... all of it looks off.
(It's also very clean, and he's filthy. There's so much dried blood on his uniform and has been since the landing, since the guy got shot on the LVT and fell on top of him.)
So he sort of self consciously sets his pack down, and even more reluctantly props his rifle against it.]
Is this what all the cabins look like, sir?