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d-day + 156 ✯ voice

[The feed clicks on and there's a beat or two of silence. Gene's still trying to wrap his mind around what exactly happened.

Honestly, he's thinking a lot about what Mickey said, about this place seeming like a bad acid trip.]

Anyone know why the lights are goin' on and off?

[Shouldn't things be going back to normal? They stopped whatever that creature was, hadn't they?]

[Friends Filter]

Everyone alright?

[He's especially worried about Jimmy and Snaf, but Scott and Isaac and everyone, too.]

[ooc: One friendly conversation rule applies, go nuts. c:]

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[Gene, similarly, sounds very relieved to hear from Jimmy - the other man might even have heard the relieved sigh he huffed out as soon as the inmate responded.]

Yeah. Where are you?

[He's surprised at how relieved he is that Gene is back, apparently in one piece. Not that he hadn't been aware of the fact that he and Gene had grown pretty close over the past few months, but the amount of worry he feels now that things are more or less back to normal is unexpected.]

My cabin, trying to sleep it off. You?

My cabin. [He'd needed a shower and clean clothes. The novelty that he has access to both still hasn't worn off.] You need anything?

[He kind of wants to come by and check in regardless.]

A fucking drink, maybe. [Excellent idea, while he's recovering from more death tolls than he can honestly remember.]

[Look, Gene isn't going to deny you anything right now. 8v]

I can get you something. [He'll bring a bucket for you to inevitably puke into too, if you want.]

[Too bad Admiral requests are out!

He groans a little as he sits up] Long as you don't give yourself a stroke coming over here. Sure.

I'm not gonna have a stroke.

[That's all he says before heading off to find him something - Gene's still got a travel sized bottle of booze from Christmas that Snaf hasn't managed to drink yet, and he's not up for having any after this week - and a couple minutes later, there's a knock on Jimmy's door just to let him know Gene's here, and then he tries the doorknob, hoping it's unlocked so the inmate doesn't need to get up.]

[It's not unlocked- it usually is, but for some reason it isn't, right now. He lopes up to the door and opens it, slowly, warily. When he's sure it's just Gene, he steps back and walks back over to one of the chairs.]

Hey.

[There's a part of him - the part that remembers being an eager kid who'd wanted to help save the world like his older brother was doing - that almost wants to hug Jimmy when he sees him, but it's an urge that's pushed away fairly quickly. That wasn't them, even if he is really relieved to see him.]

Hey. [Gene steps inside and closes the door behind him, following Jimmy over and offering him the bottle. It's vodka, not enough to really do much to someone, but maybe it'll help take the edge off.] How're you feeling?

[It's almost nervously asked, like he knows it's not the right thing to say, but wanting to say something. It's not all that different from how he'd spoken to Sid's friend when he'd been hauled out of the hills on a stretcher with blank, haunted eyes.]

[He'd get it (like he wants, sometimes, to sling an arm around Gene's shoulder and give him a stiff drink, comfort in a way that he's familiar with) but he wouldn't welcome it. Not right now.

He takes the bottle, and before he sits down he takes out two glasses. It's not early enough in the day to drink (or, well, it definitely is, but he doesn't think so) but it's too early to drink straight from the bottle.]

Tired. Sick. What else is new, huh? [He gives Gene a sharp nod, and if he hasn't sat down yet he also nods at the chair across the table from him] How about you?

[Gene takes a seat once it's offered - it's only polite, even if he considers Jimmy to be more a buddy than someone he needs to be extremely formal with at this point - and doesn't push away the glass, even though he's not looking to get hammered here. First of all, there isn't near enough alcohol for them both to get trashed, but second, as Jimmy knows by now, Gene's just not really a drinker.]

Fine, [He says, mostly out of habit. He's not fine. He's kind of in shock, and now feeling way too much guilt for not being here when his friends needed a hand. Not that there was much he could have done here, if anything at all.] Tired of feelin' like there's not much I can really do when things like this happen.

[Well, he wasn't really a smoker, either, a year ago.]

Don't give me that crap. [His tone is surprisingly calm, considering what he just said.] Weren't you down there? With a fucking hellbeast?

Yeah. [He still sounds flat, maybe like he's having a hard time internalizing this, because honestly? He is. Everything that happened doesn't make that much sense to him in some fundamental sense, like it was all some sort of very realistic nightmare.] Couldn't do much to stop that, either.

[But he'd been there, and done what he could. At least Cap got out in one piece, mostly.]

It's not the kind of thing you can do on your own, Gene. You wouldn't have made it here without your platoon, right? [Somehow, he doesn't like the thought of Gene feeling this way. Maybe he needs the Marine to be fine for his own, selfish reasons; maybe he just wants him to feel better, as a friend. Either way, he leans forward when he speaks, looking at his warden intently.]

I know. [He does. He'd never be here without Snaf, Burgie, Jay, Bill, Ack Ack, Hillbilly, all the guys of K/3/5, and he'd never try to act like that wasn't true. Never. But that's not really what he meant here, so he clarifies, looking Jimmy in the eye, but kind of wanting to look away, too.]

I mean there's not much a carbine and a side arm are gonna do against somethin' that's bigger than a house.

[He felt more like a liability than a team player, is what he means. It's hard to pull your weight when your target's that big, and even if he'd provided some covering fire, it still hadn't felt like enough. Gene's never felt so useless just being a normal human before.]

And I don't like knowin' you guys were in trouble and there wasn't anything I could do about it.

Nothing much we could do about it, either. [Honestly, for what it's worth, he's a little glad Gene was down with that monster instead of up here with all the little monsters. The drag of exhaustion, the slow gains and big losses, they'd all reminded him too starkly of the war. He'd rather have Gene face something completely unfamiliar than something that could recall his time in Peleliu so easily.

He leans over and smacks Gene on the side of his knee, once. It's not quite a pat, but it's close enough.]

Makes you wish you had some of those magic powers, huh?

[It at least summons something out of him that looks close enough to a tired smile to pass for one. That's something, right?]

Definitely seem like they come in handy. Tryin' to keep up with Cap made me feel really outta shape.

[It's good enough for him, and before he knows it, he passes his hand over Gene's head in what could pass for a paternal ruffle. It's over too soon for that, though, and he sits back again to sip at the vodka.]

That guy makes everyone feel out of shape.

[The gesture startles Gene enough that he ducks his head and flashes a small smile almost before he even realizes he's doing it. Again, he's reminded of their counterparts from the breach, and again it's a fleeting thought, but... it's good to be here and know Jimmy's here and alive and for the moment out of the line of fire.

Of course, he doesn't say any of that.]

You seen him in action?

At the gym. [Not that he actually works out at the gym, but whatever.]

I wouldn't like to go up against him.

I'd like to think you're not gonna have a reason to.

[Jimmy's got bad decision making skills sometimes, but he doesn't seem like he'd think yeah, sure, pissing off Steve Rogers is a really great plan.]

[He smiles a little, pressing down on the impulse to ruffle Gene's hair again.]

That one's gonna be easy to avoid, yeah.

Good. [Gene flashes a smile, and it actually looks like it breaks through the fatigue and everything else for longer than a fleeting moment. Not much longer than one, mind, but maybe that's enough for now.]

Sorry for complain'.

[He leans back and finishes the glass in his hand, then immediately pours himself a new glass.]

You have nothing to be sorry about, Gene.

You need me to get anything else, let me know. [Since he's assuming you don't want to and won't really want to get up and wander around for a couple days if you don't have to.] Unless you've got enough food and books to last a couple days.

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