#nuclearwar

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Phosphorus was having a bad nigth. Again. Like the last nigth and the nigth before that and surely the next nigth too.

They "forgot" to bring enough food for all of them, and his stomach was roaring for food, he didn't get enough. The carnage in the cafetería had been awfull. He was sure he would be fine of course, nothing left to eat in His Bones unless you want to get a really bad aftertaste (radiation poisoning) but still gross to see and dificult to access food himself.

Imagine his surprise when he felt a metal hand on his shoulder.

"Doctor, you should get to safe terrain. Civilians shouldnt be in a warzone"

If he still had eyelids, he would have blinked confused.

"You do know mi skin Is everything-proof, rigth Tin Man? Did the war finally start to affect you? Like, more than it already has?"

G.I simply said "It's protocol Doctor."

Then he walked off. In the way out, he grabbed Nina's arm to get the hell out of there. She was the most vulnerable out of them in a situation like this, so she followed.

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He didn't want to admit he missed him. It was silly. They didn't even had a relationship that close. He knew he was gonna get rebuild, restocked and retouched until he was in even better condition than the last time.

But a part of him wanted some More time. A quieter time. To mourn him. To cry for him, even. A Time that passed More slowly, to carry the sadness across all the hours, letting it rest in every minute. A Time where you can sit and think, and blame, and anger, and understand.

It was silly. Dr Phosphorus couldn't cry, he knew it for a fact.

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His stomach was growling at him, like it was scolding him for getting no food. He felt weak and ligtheaded. Maybe that's why he was doing so badly in his weekly game nigth with G.I.

"Why did you do that?" Phos asked "At the cafeteria, I mean. Not that card you just played, wich Is just petty" He drew +4 from the deck

"Also, another one" G.I played another +4 "And Uno"

"Oh fuck off, you big can of beans" He drew +4 cards from the deck again "But seriously, why? Nina was in much More danger than me, with all her pacifist junk and her thin skin, and you went to get her second!"

G.I didn't say anything for a while. Phosphorus was sure he wouldnt answer and was about to start another round.

"Well you already won, so should we do a second or-"

"I'm not quite sure why, doctor. It's not on my directive to behave like this. I dont have, how should I say it, the preparation I usually do have for other things, like killing nazis."

"I do know nonethless, that I wanted to make sure my friends were safe. And you are my closest friend, since Miss Nina Is new here. Is that a satisfactory answer to you?"

Phosphorus sighed. "I guess. One would expect you to know that kind of thing at this point in your life, you know?"

"My apologies. Emotional inteligence has never been my strong fort. Another round?"

G.I reached for the cards. His fingers where sligthly melted, from touching Phosphorus shoulder. He felt a bit guilty about that.

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Dr Phosphorus couldn't cry. But he did and he cried acid, poisonous like His grief

He was sad and angry. Oh, so very angry. He was furious, in fact. He could smell the sour smoke of fire burning fabric, he could see the room, the empty room he shared with G.I iluminate with the ligth of His pain.

He was angry at that Damn Circe, she killed him so mercilesly. So effortlesly, and that's what Made him so mad. He didn't matter to her. She would never think twice about him, she would never feel guilty, she would never even remember she killed that robot. That kind, and Smart, and sometimes petty robot that was much more than an obstacle in her path.

And, why lie at this point? He was mad at himself because he didn't stop it. He didn't react on Time, he didn't warn G.I, he didn't do anything! He just stared as his friend was blown to bits!! All he managed to do was burn Circe to bits and by god would he give His rigth arm to do it again.

That doesn't matter anymore. G.I isn't here and Alexander is.

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"Like hell I'm gonna let you deal those cards. I know you count them Tin Man" Phosphorus joked and started dealing. G.I laughed and then silence for a while.

"I'm sorry by the way. About your hand" He pointed at the sligthly melted fingers.

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"I'm sorry G.I" Alexander murmured "I know I Will see you again. But I'm still sorry"

He felt awfull. Just as awfull as how he felt when His family was murdered. Just that this Time he was the murderer. It was His fault G.I was dead. And now. What could he do? What could he do?

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"No problem Doctor. Even through my hand motions Will slow down for a while, it's in optimal condition to kill nazis!"

".....Can you stop calling me Doctor? We are friends you know"

"Phosphorus then?"

"Still doesn't feel great.....call me Alexander. Or if you want-

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"-Alex!"

Phosphorus turned around, slowly. He saw G.I sitting next to his bed. He probably was charging until recently.

"Yeah? Whats the matter Terminator?"

G.I tilted His head. "Are you alrigth Alex?" He hesitated and said "I know you dont like talking about your feelings but...." He sighed

"Miss Bride told me what you did to Circe. And she also told me you were "mopey" after I was disabled. That change of demeanor wouldnt happen to be because of me, wouldnt it?"

Phosphorus looked down. He felt so incredibly observed, like this was the most important test of His life. He could tell the truth or not. The corner was already integrated. Why couldn't he understand the full picture now? It was a simple choice. And an obvious one. Why did it scare him so much then?

"If I did cause this change.....I apologize. I'm not good at talking about this, but I have seen my boys at Easy Company like this sometimes...." G.I sat on Phosphorus bed "Usually after one of our one of our comrades was killed. And, if it's worth anything" He placed His hand on Phosphorus shoulder "It wasn't your fault. I wouldnt change what happened for anything, Alex"

G.I wasn't supposed to smile, just like Phosphorus wasn't supposed to cry. But he did, and the Doctor felt a warmer fire bloom in His chest.

"Better me than you. I'm quite fond of our friendship"

Oh. Oh. So that's the full picture then

"Me too Tin Man. Me too"

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