Truth was… Nico had been restless. Going from being out and fighting consistently to absolutely nothing was causing him to feel crazy. He was lacking a schedule, a set plan, that kept his mind busy.
He wasn’t sure how Crow could help that… as far as he knew, the man was stuck in bed due to back pain. Maybe he shouldn’t be bothering him.
Yet he sent the text anyway.
[ You busy? ]
[ If you are it’s fine.]
[ Sorry, forgot you were feeling like shit. ]
- @sgt-fluffy
Bedrest was the worst, soul sucking with how boring it got sitting in his bed doing nothing.
Which was why Crow wasn’t on bedrest. No, instead of following doctor’s orders, the man was up and about in his room, rushing between different hobbies to keep his mind occupied and the medics on base stressed.
He was sitting at his desk working on a new sewing project when his phone buzzed with a new notification, a new text, from Nico.
He was typing back as soon as he could, lips tugged into a soft smile while his fingers ran over the keyboard, practically buzzing with the idea of having another thing to keep busy with.
[ i wouldn’t say shit ]
[ ah whatever, no i’m not that busy, pls tell me what you want pup ]
[ oh wait is everything okay? do i need to beat up the recruits again? ]
