Nightshift 40 - M31-M40 Hallway

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Dean's flashlight flickered as he focused it on the room's door. M31. He had a winner. Normally he'd just let himself in - either by picking the door or kicking it down - but for some reason he didn't. Instead Dean knocked, rapping the door with his knuckles and waiting to be let in. Standing here felt good - he was supposed to be here and, his new-found confidence told him, he'd report. To who and for what? Dean didn't remember quite yet but it didn't seem to bother him at all as he waited outside in the dark, keeping an eye and ear out for anything that went bump in the night and needed to get bumped back. All the aches and pains from the last couple of nights here ceased to bother him as much as they had earlier: the cuts, the bruises, the bandages, everything took a backseat to getting into M31 and answering that compulsion.

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[sir-savien.livejournal.com]

Kvothe was silent for a few minutes, leaning against the wall, head bowed. He liked Tony, he was a good friend, but he felt crowded and it seemed like the only choices were being watched and fussed over, or driving him away entirely. Which he didn't want to do. "Tony...it's not that I don't want you to care. I'm just used to being alone, dealing with my problems alone. Where I've been before, showing weakness would have been like slaughtering a deer and then standing there to wait for the wolves. I'm not used to anyone pursuing it so much." He sighed. "...Let's just go back to the room."

[tony-castaway.livejournal.com]

"I am just not able to ignore someone who's in pain or bleeding. You do know you're bleeding, don't you?" Tony was beginning to think that Kvothe just wasn't aware of reality when it came to how he got his injuries. Maybe that was it.

He got to the junction of the corridors and turned back toward their rooms. "Maybe if you stay in your bed, you'll get hurt less."

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