Webster nods, feeling disconnected from his self and everything around him. When Joe's gone, he strips away every inch of him that reminds him of being a soldier, laying things out on the bed carefully and cautiously, as if he needs to keep that life secure and set in one place, even as he puts on the costume for another.
Breathing slowly, he dresses in a blue t-shirt and set of dark sweatpants, electing to go without boots to give his feet a mercifully needed break. When he's done, he checks his appearance in the mirror before heading out to the kitchen. "There's a door," is what he says. "Between two rooms. Your room and mine?"
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Date: 2014-05-13 11:10 pm (UTC)Breathing slowly, he dresses in a blue t-shirt and set of dark sweatpants, electing to go without boots to give his feet a mercifully needed break. When he's done, he checks his appearance in the mirror before heading out to the kitchen. "There's a door," is what he says. "Between two rooms. Your room and mine?"