[ The sake remains largely untouched. He takes a sip to prove he's not afraid of it, though Carver quietly longs for more - something to quiet his head down just for a minute - and then sticks to water. He eats silently, hunched protectively over his plate, and thinks longingly of the communal meals the Reapers used to have. Always with someone on watch to make sure the rest of them could let their guard down for a few minutes. Carver cooked whenever he could, even swapping duties with some of the others. He could've gotten out of it, as an almost-NCO, but he always liked cooking. He wonders, but doesn't ask, if John does too.
But the sting stays stubbornly on.
Carver eats silently, watching it. Eyes narrowed. ]
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But the sting stays stubbornly on.
Carver eats silently, watching it. Eyes narrowed. ]
Okay. Now what?