It had been a relief to spend his last shift of the day with Claude, but there was also an unease caused by knowing that his friend might be half-rotted the next time he saw him. He didn't want to imagine it, but the mental images kept popping up -- about his friend and about himself. He held his hand over his chest one more time as he walked down the hall and back toward his room. He felt that he should probably look the bite over before night came to see how much of a change there was when the transition happened. If there was a change. He'd worked himself into the mindset that he was definitely harboring some sort of infection, but there was also the possibility that he would be just fine. He just wasn't going to bet on it.
It was difficult to focus on the intercom when he had so many other things swimming around in his head, but he could at least pick up the basic gist of what it was about. The implications were pretty clear, after all -- this was some kind of training program, maybe even endorsed by this world's government. Guy wasn't all that familiar with politics, but he knew perfectly well that nations could do extremely shady things without informing the public. The whole incident with Van and Hod was proof enough of that.
As he entered the room, Guy was hoping to see his roommate looking happy and at ease, but he wasn't necessarily surprised when that wasn't the case. He had no idea what it was that was bothering Okita, as it could be a whole variety of things, but the important thing was that he was obviously worrying over something -- and Guy wasn't sure if he had it in him to be a good support.
Of course, they could always just complain to each other, but that was counter-productive and had never been their method of operation. Guy hardly sent his dinner a second glance (he wasn't hungry, though he vaguely realized that he should fill up before night came) as he sat himself down and faced his roommate. "Hey, Okita." He was going to have to explain his problematic situation to the other man, but they might as well get pleasantries out of the way before delving into all of that stuff.
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It was difficult to focus on the intercom when he had so many other things swimming around in his head, but he could at least pick up the basic gist of what it was about. The implications were pretty clear, after all -- this was some kind of training program, maybe even endorsed by this world's government. Guy wasn't all that familiar with politics, but he knew perfectly well that nations could do extremely shady things without informing the public. The whole incident with Van and Hod was proof enough of that.
As he entered the room, Guy was hoping to see his roommate looking happy and at ease, but he wasn't necessarily surprised when that wasn't the case. He had no idea what it was that was bothering Okita, as it could be a whole variety of things, but the important thing was that he was obviously worrying over something -- and Guy wasn't sure if he had it in him to be a good support.
Of course, they could always just complain to each other, but that was counter-productive and had never been their method of operation. Guy hardly sent his dinner a second glance (he wasn't hungry, though he vaguely realized that he should fill up before night came) as he sat himself down and faced his roommate. "Hey, Okita." He was going to have to explain his problematic situation to the other man, but they might as well get pleasantries out of the way before delving into all of that stuff.