Post by Soldier 76 on Aug 19, 2016 3:27:55 GMT
George had sort of gotten used to Ansell climbing into bed with him, the past few months. When he'd first had him in his home the wild man had found some corner on the floor to lay in, hiding in a closet sometimes. Anything to be assured some kind of safety. It had bothered the old navy man so he'd made up the couch and would sit there with Ansell assuring him he'd look out till the man was asleep. Seemed to do wonders for his paranoia. Ansell eventually just took to the couch and slept rather than finding some hole.
The older man sighed, he looked around the room, hard to sleep. He got up and walked out to see Ansell staring at the TV, an infomercial was on. Maybe it was the noise or light that was comforting. He made his presence known with a greeting and assuring he could be heard coming. He had learned the hard way not to accidentally sneak up on the wildman. He put his hand on the man's shoulder. "It's after midnight, aren't ya tired?" he asked curiously.
"I...maybe, where did your arm go?" he did that often, flick from answer to a new question. George looked at his cybernetic replacement and frowned.
"There was an explosion, I survived but...my arm and my leg didn't survive so well," he explained motioning to his braced leg. "Was a long time ago."
"Me too...explosion." Ansell quickly replied. "Long time..."
"Yeah I know, the outback omnium." He frowned. "We were supposed to go help them, but Overwatch was dissolved before those missions began."
Ansell looked up at George and the older man looked at his battered face. He was supposed to have gone and help them, he let his fingers trace the melted skin, scars. Ansell didn't pull away from him. They were quiet for a long time.
Was he just letting the Australian stay because he was rehabilitating him? Was that all? He struggled to answer that satisfactorily. The old navy man pulled his hand away, Hephaestus had been so quiet when he'd been working with Ansell. It was nice. He offered the wildman a hand, pulled him up to his feet and turned the tv off. "Come on, lets get to bed." There was no protest as he led Ansell back to the bedroom, their hands still together.
George sometimes felt he was taking advantage of this man's lack of understanding, but...he never forced him to do anything did he? Eh, he didn't know. He worked around all of the problems the Wildman dealt with, hyper sensitivity, paranoia, over developed instincts and of course the sensory overload. He'd done a decent job hadn't he? He hoped so. Ansell pulled his sweater off and waited until George had gotten back in bed before moving in next to him.
"Good night," George said softly, turning out the light.
"Night." Was what he got in return. The smaller man curling up against him and he wrapping his arms around him.
The older man sighed, he looked around the room, hard to sleep. He got up and walked out to see Ansell staring at the TV, an infomercial was on. Maybe it was the noise or light that was comforting. He made his presence known with a greeting and assuring he could be heard coming. He had learned the hard way not to accidentally sneak up on the wildman. He put his hand on the man's shoulder. "It's after midnight, aren't ya tired?" he asked curiously.
"I...maybe, where did your arm go?" he did that often, flick from answer to a new question. George looked at his cybernetic replacement and frowned.
"There was an explosion, I survived but...my arm and my leg didn't survive so well," he explained motioning to his braced leg. "Was a long time ago."
"Me too...explosion." Ansell quickly replied. "Long time..."
"Yeah I know, the outback omnium." He frowned. "We were supposed to go help them, but Overwatch was dissolved before those missions began."
Ansell looked up at George and the older man looked at his battered face. He was supposed to have gone and help them, he let his fingers trace the melted skin, scars. Ansell didn't pull away from him. They were quiet for a long time.
Was he just letting the Australian stay because he was rehabilitating him? Was that all? He struggled to answer that satisfactorily. The old navy man pulled his hand away, Hephaestus had been so quiet when he'd been working with Ansell. It was nice. He offered the wildman a hand, pulled him up to his feet and turned the tv off. "Come on, lets get to bed." There was no protest as he led Ansell back to the bedroom, their hands still together.
George sometimes felt he was taking advantage of this man's lack of understanding, but...he never forced him to do anything did he? Eh, he didn't know. He worked around all of the problems the Wildman dealt with, hyper sensitivity, paranoia, over developed instincts and of course the sensory overload. He'd done a decent job hadn't he? He hoped so. Ansell pulled his sweater off and waited until George had gotten back in bed before moving in next to him.
"Good night," George said softly, turning out the light.
"Night." Was what he got in return. The smaller man curling up against him and he wrapping his arms around him.
