Well there was clearly an implication of 'this isn't a place you could go' to Maine. Matt. He hadn't thought of himself in terms of that name in years, but it was nice. The unspoken connection to other people that came with it meant more than he had expected. Here he'd thought he'd grown attached to his Freelancer companions, but apparently the SPARTAN bond ran deeper.
"Meet here," Matt agrees, pushing off of the bed he leaned against. "I'll hold up a nurse or something for it. And probably have medication I should take."
Maybe even a checkup. Not that he wanted to see them. Any moment with medical staff was a moment that wasn't being spent with Kurt. Which, of course, was not acceptable.
With the instruction provided he gives Kurt another salute, this one far looser, clearly casual and perhaps even a bit teasing at the difference in rank between them. His unspoken but clearly still voiced jibe between them, he slipped from the room. There were other things he intended to acquire as well. Namely food. He didn't think he'd find anything much better than ration bars but given the fact that he had to consume something and presumably he was good to eat slid food since no one had told him otherwise, he set out for his part of their little operation. Part of him also cried out to find his armor, he'd been too long in it to like being out of it, but like Kurt he had his own secrets to keep, and the armor would only raise questions.
Getting the cards, it turned out, was the easier part of his mission. He found some orderlies in a nursing station playing cards, and all he had to do was loom there in the doorway, looking pointedly at the cards before they offered to lend him the deck. Even heard some mumbling when he was leaving about how soldiers never respected them. Right now Maine couldn't care less. He gathered the cards and then slipped off again, gone more quietly than he was used to, and not minding it at all. It had been a while since anyone had expected him to be sneaky. Maybe he should practice it back on the MoI for personal amusement. As he thought of that he slipped back into his own hospital room. It didn't take long to decode the doctor's writing on the datapad hanging just inside his door. Upside, prognosis was good. Downside, apparently solid foods were a no go. Which would clearly mean more difficulty for procuring food. Or it would have if he wasn't lucky enough, moments after leaving his room, to walk by a meal cart, loaded with meals for patients. Finding one marked with his room number was simple. Lifting a second that looked likely for Kurt was just as easy. With food and cards in hand, and carefully balanced, he turned and headed back to where he had come from, happy to find Kurt and pass a few hours.
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"Meet here," Matt agrees, pushing off of the bed he leaned against. "I'll hold up a nurse or something for it. And probably have medication I should take."
Maybe even a checkup. Not that he wanted to see them. Any moment with medical staff was a moment that wasn't being spent with Kurt. Which, of course, was not acceptable.
With the instruction provided he gives Kurt another salute, this one far looser, clearly casual and perhaps even a bit teasing at the difference in rank between them. His unspoken but clearly still voiced jibe between them, he slipped from the room. There were other things he intended to acquire as well. Namely food. He didn't think he'd find anything much better than ration bars but given the fact that he had to consume something and presumably he was good to eat slid food since no one had told him otherwise, he set out for his part of their little operation. Part of him also cried out to find his armor, he'd been too long in it to like being out of it, but like Kurt he had his own secrets to keep, and the armor would only raise questions.
Getting the cards, it turned out, was the easier part of his mission. He found some orderlies in a nursing station playing cards, and all he had to do was loom there in the doorway, looking pointedly at the cards before they offered to lend him the deck. Even heard some mumbling when he was leaving about how soldiers never respected them. Right now Maine couldn't care less. He gathered the cards and then slipped off again, gone more quietly than he was used to, and not minding it at all. It had been a while since anyone had expected him to be sneaky. Maybe he should practice it back on the MoI for personal amusement. As he thought of that he slipped back into his own hospital room. It didn't take long to decode the doctor's writing on the datapad hanging just inside his door. Upside, prognosis was good. Downside, apparently solid foods were a no go. Which would clearly mean more difficulty for procuring food. Or it would have if he wasn't lucky enough, moments after leaving his room, to walk by a meal cart, loaded with meals for patients. Finding one marked with his room number was simple. Lifting a second that looked likely for Kurt was just as easy. With food and cards in hand, and carefully balanced, he turned and headed back to where he had come from, happy to find Kurt and pass a few hours.