#mcrcenario

“I mean, would you just leave an injured victim laying on the ground?” He held a hand out for locus to take and braced himself. Between the two, he was taller, but that didn’t mean he shouldn’t be careful.

Grif blinked in surprise, not only because his lieutenant was here, but because they’d dispensed with the whole “captain” thing ages ago. There was an odd note of stiffness in Bitters’ voice that he didnt understand until he glanced over and noticed Locus.

Oh.

“Bits,” he said, trying to act casual. “C’mon man, we know each other well enough now that you dont need to be that formal with me.”

Bitters finally snapped his attention to Grif and no matter how apathetic or good at pokerface Bitters could be, the pure accusation on his face was clear before it fell into something like resignation.

“Do I? I definitely don’t know you well enough to know he’s here, so probably not as well as you think, captain....whatever it doesn’t matter,“ he muttered the last bit and turned to go back out to unload supplies. It was also a chance to hide his burning face.

“I heard about you and Felix. There are some very important things I need to tell you. First of all, he is allergic to saying thank you.”

“No– no, of course not.” Sam catches his partner and glares after the fleeing guy. “Do you want me to call an ambulance, to be clear, because I am about to.”

“Please. Right now.“ Isaac hissed. Time to put medical training to work.

"/What/."

Simmons was always the first to wake up(at least from what he thought), it gave him the time to enjoy what silence he could get before everyone got up. When he enters the kitchen he almost doesn’t really notice the situation Locus is in, only knowing that he’s there. It’s not till he’s slipping on the tile floor and looking down to notice the blood, that he realizes something isn’t right.

His head snaps up to look at Locus and his eyes widen. “Holy shit Locus.” He manages to keep his voice down, he doesn’t want to wake anyone else up. “Vodka? Are you fucking serious? There’s actual supplies for wound cleaning in the bathroom.” One would think to ask what happened, but at the same time, Simmons knows well enough about Locus to know he probably gets into trouble. There’s no point in bringing up unwanted questions.