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Marc also had the fleeting thoughts — were they the only ones to make it? If not, how were the other's fairing? Had they been lucky enough to find a cave much like the two had? It sat ugly and uncertain in Marc's stomach, to think about anyone else at the moment. To wonder just what might have happened to them. To think if they were even fucking alive. . . He had to shake the thoughts soon enough. The last thing he needed was all that unnecessary stress on top of the fact he might just freeze to death before the night was over. "Might be a trained thing, for sure. Been a while since then, like you said. Muscle memory or something like that." Marc huffed, shifted. watched because around then was the moment that Garcia began to strip down more seriously. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen naked men before. In and out of the military, he had seen his fair share. Yet for some reason, in that moment it felt — strangely intimate. Perhaps because it was just the two of them? Perhaps because of the situation they'd found themselves in. Either way, Marc had to force a scoff as his ears went the slightest bit warm and he began to work on his own clothing alongside the other man. Copying movements with a belt, with buttons. It made his side ache but the last thing he was going to do would be to ask for help undressing. . . "Seen worse for sure." A huff. He'd also done — well. Enough in his time. Being in the military was prime time to be a little desperate, sometimes. Not that he was going to mention this to his roommate for the time being. "Don't see how it'll help if we still can't get much dry here." spare clothes weren't something you think to pack on a mission like this, sadly. Otherwise they would be in the clear here.
