#soldierpathy

( oh my god. )

“What? how in the hell did you manage that?” he stared at the other, cigarette in hand as he tried to figure what he had done to manage to get his hands on an actual bottle of whiskey. Though the deal made him frown, he definitely didn’t want to switch guard shifts.. but he couldn’t remember the last time he had a good drink. 

It was definitely quite the sight watching Griff grilling while holding an umbrella, though he had to admire his commitment to grill despite the weather. He watched from the kitchen window, having stopped in the middle of doing the last bit of dishes to just admire the other. It was moments like this that he couldn’t help but feel so damn lucky that he had Griff. When he was caught staring, he couldn’t help but laugh as a hot dog was wiggled at him. Having decided he had done enough dishes for the moment, he wandered out onto the porch, ducking in close enough to get under the umbrella with the other. 

Of course, Ash told Eiji that himself, how did he forget something like that? Eiji feels himself flushing in shame, and he waves his hands. “Ah, no, sorry! I should have figured that would be the case.” At Griffin’s self deprecating joke however, Eiji feels even worse. “I didn’t mean that! You’re very handsome too, in your own way!” 

He stared at the phone. He could answer, or he could pretend he didn’t.

Jacob raised his eyebrows, stunned. “Griffin?” He grinned and walked over to him, clasping his forearm. “I know who you are, you know who I am?” The last time he’d seen Griffin...he hadn’t recognized him at all, and had put bullets into half of their unit. Jacob had been the unfortunate one to have to return to the states with a half-mad Griffin for treatment.