[He glances around, taking it in - it's funny, because it's not like he recognizes it, per se, but it does have that "hastily thrown-together" feel that a lot of military housing does - at least, that he was familiar with, during the war.
But that's neither here nor there, really - he smiles faintly, nodding as he steps inside, glancing over at the Marine on the cot. He looks for all the world like he's just sleeping, exhausted, but if Sledge says he's in a coma, then Steve doesn't even think to question it.]
You want to help me get him out of here? Or - I can mange him myself.
[But part of him wonders if it might benefit Sledge's pride to lend a hand.]
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But that's neither here nor there, really - he smiles faintly, nodding as he steps inside, glancing over at the Marine on the cot. He looks for all the world like he's just sleeping, exhausted, but if Sledge says he's in a coma, then Steve doesn't even think to question it.]
You want to help me get him out of here? Or - I can mange him myself.
[But part of him wonders if it might benefit Sledge's pride to lend a hand.]