#waruins

he's sprawled on the couch with @waruins settled on his chest, a movie he's never seen playing softly in the background. this might be the most peaceful he's felt in years, even with his injuries. everything aches. he probably shouldn't have the extra weight of another person atop him, but the last thing he wants is for her to move. john's comfortable. comfortable enough, even, to speak the truth.

If he were a younger man, Ben would have thrown himself in the game. He had. Had done it to survive, and now as one of the best attorneys in the state with three offices and another internationally... Ben feels it rightly earned to be able to politely make his rounds. Make the right people laugh, listen to a few desperate souls, possibly consider buying women half his age a drink as they want to be in his orbit.

He manages to excuse himself among the good-natured "aww, come on, Callahan!" as he smiles, and finds himself with a hand around his scotch as he exhales slowly, glancing at his watch to see when would be appropriate to leave. Catches the eye of @waruins, and he pauses, offering a small grin, nodding as his armor is not completely off.

"Enjoying the party?"

his dark eyes flutter open, clearly given up on getting any rest as he rested his helmet back against the uncomfortable webbing of the seats.

❝ hard to sleep on these flights, ❞ he complains to the medic who happened to be the only other person that was awake. his eyes glance at mactavish some rows away who appeared to have succeeded in catching a nap. ❝ fuckers sleeping like a baby, ❞ he keeps his voice low as to not disturb his friend, though the jealousy was not lost in his tone.

"men are stupid when they feel powerful. they become complacent." ... @waruins

"complacent men stay put," she said, staring down into her drink. her index traced thick, arcing, trails into it. she watched as the water beaded beneath and crawled to the bottom. all men are dangerous.

Bradley isn't sure the spread of take-out before them is appropriate thanks for the work Gloria's done.

In a few days of trolling thrift shops and refurbished furniture stores, and more than few last minute trips to the hardware store for all the forgotten purchases, Gloria's helped Bradley transform his shabby place into something respectful and perhaps, age appropriate. His house looks like it belongs to him, rather than some a frat boy just crashing on couches.

@waruins liked for a one liner - Keine Homies, CIVO

"Hope that means you slept?" For dr. Abbot ( @waruins ) gif cred.

working late nights into early mornings at the hospital meant that jack hadn't seen much sleep in probably a decade. the vet is always at least a little exhausted, as are all the other doctors and nurses, he suspects.