LOCKE
He watches the other man fiddle with the bandage and huffs lightly, "Do you want help with that?" He thinks maybe whatever the weird initial urge is gone and he can probably safely touch Sunjata without it turning into a make out session, as fun as that would be. "Where's Nate?" Not for making out, just.. In general. With Sunjata being all beaten up and stuff. Also his own wound smarts and he'd like some help. Or drugs. Or both.
Sunjata wouldn't find anything odd in the cup, tea, made well enough. "Should've brought one of Maeve's tea blends. Didja know she made tea? S'pretty good at it too. Use it to make tea cakes." It's a little weird to be talking about her so casually with Sunjata of all people. But that's all petty bullshit under the bridge.
Hopefully.
"Is that so?" Has he noticed that Sunjata seems to burn a lot of his bridges? Yes, yes he has. Is he going to bring it up? Not directly. "S'kinda weird, don't you think? Aren't you all on the same side?" All this infighting with a little less than a year before the war.
Sunjata wouldn't find anything odd in the cup, tea, made well enough. "Should've brought one of Maeve's tea blends. Didja know she made tea? S'pretty good at it too. Use it to make tea cakes." It's a little weird to be talking about her so casually with Sunjata of all people. But that's all petty bullshit under the bridge.
Hopefully.
"Is that so?" Has he noticed that Sunjata seems to burn a lot of his bridges? Yes, yes he has. Is he going to bring it up? Not directly. "S'kinda weird, don't you think? Aren't you all on the same side?" All this infighting with a little less than a year before the war.
I wanna make up my mind
But I don't know myself
But I don't know myself
