#barrelofbullets

Ansel felt like he was going to throw up-- or maybe pass out. He was sweating, and his palms felt numb.

The Spy had wandered around the base for a while, just thinking to himself. It was a little after dinner, so people were milling about, but no one really bothered him. He was mostly just confused.

Bright blue eyes darted down to acknowledge the makeshift weapon pointed at him, before returning to Robert’s face. He returned that smile, much wider that the Blu’s but not quite as toothy as before.

“I knew I would find you in here.” The doctor announced, arms folded behind his back as he straightened. He seemed unarmed. A surprise for a mercenary, especially one like Ludwig.

“Nah, I can get up. I was kinda just mullin’ on stuff anyway. What’s up?” Rob turned his bedside lamp on, rolling up to sit on his bed. He’d been more dozing than really sleeping, thinking about the events that had gotten him here.

Sometimes August just wanted to join him for comfort, but Rob always liked to make sure something wasn’t bothering him. He stifled a yawn.

“We really gotta get you a comfy little chair in here or something.”

“Oh, are you sure? I don’t want you to be tired tomorrow...” He flopped in his nest with a content sigh, hugging his pillow to his chest. “Nothing’s wrong, particularly, I was kind of just mulling, too.”

There was a quiet thump from inside the room, and some shuffling and mumbling before August opened the door. He blinked, then looked up, grinning when he saw who it was.