suicidemission | OPEN RP

"Yeah, whatever."

He shuffles in the bed and looks away, picking at his blanket, desperately trying to keep his expression hidden from Yancy.

Chuck waits - because there's literally nothing else for him to do right now. He reads and plays with his ipad, watches a bit of TV. Eventually he dozes off, so if Yancy does decide to come back, Chuck's dozing, face relaxed and for a single, rare moment, his brow isn't furrowed and he's not spewing vitriol and venom at anyone within earshot.

It's a short, amused chuckle Yancy lets out as he turns away to head out. No, he didn't see all of Chuck's face when he looked away but he got the gist of the gesture.

But he's gone longer than he expects to be, his appointment being less than stellar. So when he does come back he's a little stiff in the joints walking in, though seeing the other fast asleep gives him pause. Enough of a pause he almost checks the room number to make sure he walked in the right room. Yancy isn't dumb, however, and (with the new aches that found him...) well, he did want to visit the kid.

He takes a seat in one of the nearby chairs, easing into it trying not to make a noise. The soft, puffing exhale he couldn't help but Yancy relaxes into the chair after a moment, tipping his head back for a few moments at the relief of not moving his limbs.

He shifts a little when Yancy sits down, the noise just enough to tug at his consciousness. Chuck's been a light sleeper for a long time - being military born and raised does that and acompanied with getting into the PPDC proper...

Well. One doesn't sleep much, especially when it's the end of the world.

He could sleep more now, he reckons, now that the threat is passed and they're all moving on, but phantom pains and nightmares plague his mind at night and he's sure as hell not used to a comfy bed or the opportunity to get some sleep.

So as quiet as Yancy is, Chuck hears. He hears and he cracks an eye and swallows, carefully pushing himself up with a wince.

"Y'came back."

Yancy had thought that maybe his choice in seating would have given him just a little leeway in not disturbing Chuck's likely much needed rest, but when he hears the kid moving he does too—or at least his head does anyway, and he tries to mask the pain in his voice with some humor.

"And miss that surprised look on your face?" His grin is small but a tittle tried as he quickly shakes his head. "Besides, I wanted to." Yancy mentions with a flick of his brows, tilting his head at Chuck.

But he supposes being as far away as he is from the bed is a little rude, and it flashes across his face that he's not going to like what he's about to do—stand up. It's slow going and he almost has trouble with it, moving the chair closer to Chuck's bed. He's just as slow to sit again and it's with a soft groaning whine.

"So," Yancy sighs, trying another smile. "You get some rest while I was gone?"

He doesn't have to do all that, drag the chair around or anything. Chuck didn't even expect him to show back up, he certainly doesn't expect him to come closer. Not when it clearly pains him.

"Didn't have to," he mumbles, shifting in the bed and wincing, shoulders hunching in his frustration.

He's glad Yancy showed back up, though. Company is nice and the view of the wall gets boring. Yancy lightens up the room in more ways than one.

"Guess so. Didn't mean to pass out." He absently picks at his arm, looking away. "How long were you gone?"

He's visiting. And sure, they don't know each other outside of their names and maybe a few stories but Yancy wasn't about to make Chuck feel ostracized by keeping all the way on the other side of the room. Pain smain.

The mumble only lets him keep his smile, at least until the Aussie winces. "It'll—it'll get better, the pain. I know that sounds like bullshit, and later you won't be thinking it, but it's weirdly true still."

Chuck might not listen to the nurses and doctors who tell him what to expect because how would they know, so he hopes his two cents help a little because Yancy gets it, the frustration—the comfort of visitors.

"Hey, you need the rest. I did that a lot too, conking out whenever." Besides, Yancy doesn't feel so ostracized himself around Chuck. "Uh, two hours?" He thinks back, looking at his watch real quick. "Yeah, almost two. My routine check up wasn't so routine." He quietly chuckles.

"Yeah it does, mate." Bullshit indeed. Chuck snorts, and runs a hand through his hair and tries (without trying to make it look like he's trying) to make himself look presentable.

Doesn't do much. He's tired and he looks tired and his face is still a little pink from his cry earlier. Damn pale aussie skin.

"Ngh. Two hours."

Didn't feel like it. Felt more like five minutes.

"Yeah that doesn't sound so routine."

Yancy watches on and off—trying to be subtle—Chuck's grooming. It's funny in an endearing kind of way that he's trying to make himself look a little more neat. As if he still couldn't see the puffy color on the younger's face.

All the same he doesn't say anything, just tries to keep his grin down to something polite and respectful, laughing again when the other whines about his sleep.

"I'm just gonna say it one last time but—" He sucks in a breath and lets it out slow: "Things'll get better."

It was a lesson that took him way too fucking long to learn, and bless the patience from everyone around him who got him back up onto his hopeful, hypothetical feet.

"Well," Yancy huffs, smile still on his face as he looks down to an arm. "Getting refitted is always a bitch." He looks up to Chuck with a shrugging expression. "What can you do, right?" A beat, and then; "You're welcome, by the way. The new tech on your generation's prosthetics aren't going to be buggy and problematic."

It's a vain effort. He knows he looks like shit.

"Yeah...you do keep saying that."

And it's still not helping, but there's a twitch of a smile at the corners of his lips. Dumb Beckets and their optimism. Growling doesn't seem to be doing much good at keeping Yancy away, either.

Not...that he wants him to go. He hasn't had many visitors.

"Goody. I can hardly wait."

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