| [Mar. 13th, 2009|08:49 pm] |
"Good afternoon to you, too," Hayate declared, scowling. Well, this was what he got for sticking around to make sure a man he'd partnered with once and barely knew pulled out of it okay. Feeling slightly miffed, he debated ignoring the pointed glance at the water....
Well, so it wasn't that big of a slight. And he knew how awful it was to have a nasty throat and try to talk. Relenting, he uncurled slowly--though he was drugged up so good he couldn't feel his arm, he wasn't chancing bumping it--and shuffled his feet into his battered kick-off shoes.
"I guess you want some water? I came by to make sure you still weren't dead." He pattered silently across the tiled floor and over to the bed. "They kept telling me you weren't but you kinda looked it. ...argh. I hate being drugged. I'll shut up now."
There was a glass with a straw, happy-joys, but it had no water in it. Hayate very, very carefully poured some water into the glass, and for a moment all his concentration was on the task. He didn't realize the tip of his tongue was sticking out the corner of his mouth until he finished and caught the faint amusement on Genma's face. In the buzz of irritation and embarrassment he forgot his vow to stay silent and fetched up the glass.
"Being one-handed is harder than it looks," he declared, mildly indignant. "I'm already at a disadvantage anyway, being left-handed to begin with. 'Least it was my off arm that got broken, or I'd be really clumsy." He paused, realizing he was rambling and still had the glass of water in hand. "Argh, I said I was going to shut up, didn't I? Sorry."
A little uncertainly, he offered the glass to Genma. He was making a fool of himself in front of the older agent; he probably should go away and let the man recover in peace. Not tormented by the stupid rookie, he thought bitterly.
He'd had more than enough time to recount the mission to the Intel agent, turn over the stupid bloodied papers, and think about all that had happened. Looking back, he'd come to one conclusion: what was done was done, but he'd acted incredibly foolish. All that panic and fumbling and for what? Nothing, that was what--Genma was fine, the papers gotten, and he was an idiot.
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