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The crucible of a group of men putting you through the fire to earn their belonging is one of the hardest battles that Webster has had to fight, this war. It seems strange, given the lack of bloodshed and fired bullets, but it's also been the hardest to come back in and fight to earn back respect once thought settled away after Toccoa. Still, when Joe Liebgott offers a hand out to Webster, he knows that the battle is won and this private war has been put away.
He throws his bag onto the truck, reaching out for Joe's hand when it all fades away suddenly, leaving Webster to struggle and reach for something that isn't there. The truck is gone, the men are gone, and most of Webster's things are gone, save for what he's carrying on him.
Alarm grips him tight as he tries to remember basic training, but the commanders never spent their time shouting to prepare them for this. Tropical forest behind him, and the open ocean before him, including several boats docked at harbor. Looking out, it's like he's on the coast again, but looking back makes him think he's landed somewhere in the Pacific, into a whole new theatre of warfare.
Webster turns cautiously, as if anticipating an ambush at any moment now.
His voice is stuck in his throat, not sure he wants to call attention to himself. His hand drifts to his gun to make sure it's still loaded, just in case, because he's been thrust away from one war and pushed into a seeming other, but this time, he's without Easy Company.
He throws his bag onto the truck, reaching out for Joe's hand when it all fades away suddenly, leaving Webster to struggle and reach for something that isn't there. The truck is gone, the men are gone, and most of Webster's things are gone, save for what he's carrying on him.
Alarm grips him tight as he tries to remember basic training, but the commanders never spent their time shouting to prepare them for this. Tropical forest behind him, and the open ocean before him, including several boats docked at harbor. Looking out, it's like he's on the coast again, but looking back makes him think he's landed somewhere in the Pacific, into a whole new theatre of warfare.
Webster turns cautiously, as if anticipating an ambush at any moment now.
His voice is stuck in his throat, not sure he wants to call attention to himself. His hand drifts to his gun to make sure it's still loaded, just in case, because he's been thrust away from one war and pushed into a seeming other, but this time, he's without Easy Company.
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Date: 2014-05-13 09:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-05-13 10:03 pm (UTC)"Lip's got a whole big house of his own with all those kiddies and his wife," says Joe, happier to be on safer ground. "Far as I can make out, Luz spends a lotta time climbing through windows. He's still courtin'."
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Date: 2014-05-13 10:08 pm (UTC)Fantasy, to get through the harder nights. "Then I'll make sure not to interfere with Luz for the next while."
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Date: 2014-05-13 10:10 pm (UTC)"Girl's about a thousand foot tall," he says, finding an easy grin as they arrive at the Homestead. "Too skinny too, if you're askin'. C'mon. Your old room's right next to mine.
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Date: 2014-05-13 10:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-05-13 10:20 pm (UTC)"Yeah," says Joe, and he can't quite keep the same bounce in his voice. "Somethin' like that. There's a girl around here named Helen. You should meet her...again. She's swell."
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Date: 2014-05-13 10:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-05-13 10:26 pm (UTC)"They're all goin' to be real glad to see you, Webster," says Joe and claps Web on the shoulder. He lets his hand linger for just a moment before he leads through his room, neat and ordered and opens the adjoining door into Web's. "This was you before."
For a while, at least.
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Date: 2014-05-13 10:34 pm (UTC)"God damn it," he swears, wanting to punch something. "What the fuck is this place? How can I have been here before?"
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Date: 2014-05-13 10:36 pm (UTC)"Believe me, if I knew that, I tell you," says Joe, sitting down on the edge of Webster's bed, cradling his head in his hands. "What can I tell ya? It's situation normal - all fucked up over here. We gotta make do and mend. We'll figure it out. Don't we fuckin' always?"
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Date: 2014-05-13 10:41 pm (UTC)He doesn't get why Joe looks like he's had something taken away from him. He can't drift inwards, feeling stuck in place by the same panic that grips him, and he breathes out shakily, only moving when he feels worried that Joe might think him cold or detached if he doesn't. "Liebgott," he gets out, standing above him and feeling awkward. "Are you okay?"
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Date: 2014-05-13 10:44 pm (UTC)"Yeah," he says, nodding, trying to pull himself together. This would be easier - so much fucking easier - if only he didn't remember so much. If only he didn't have a memory of fucking in this room and loving it. "Yeah, Web. I'm fine."
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Date: 2014-05-13 10:53 pm (UTC)"I don't suppose any of my clothes are still here," he wonders, wandering to the drawers, not sure he wants to open them.
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Date: 2014-05-13 10:56 pm (UTC)"Everything's in boxes," says Joe, taking a deep breath and attempting to let it go. He leans back on his elbows. "In the closet. Like someone was half expecting us back. Lip, probably. He's worse than my Ma."
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Date: 2014-05-13 11:02 pm (UTC)Webster's fingers linger on his jacket, turning slightly to face Joe. "Can I have some privacy?" he asks, slightly embarrassed. "I'm going to change so I don't sweat myself to hell."
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Date: 2014-05-13 11:03 pm (UTC)"Shit, yeah. Yeah, of course," says Joe, on his feet almost immediately, and the weight of everything he's not saying is sticking in his throat, aching. "I'll be in the kitchen, okay? You come find me."
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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?"
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Date: 2014-05-13 11:17 pm (UTC)"Yeah," says Joe, fixing lunch in a kitchen that he knows like the back of his hand, that makes him miss Shari with a pain like a knife between the ribs. "So?"
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Date: 2014-05-13 11:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-05-13 11:30 pm (UTC)"I drank a lot. Baked. Made friends." He shrugs. "Luz has got the right idea - him getting laid helps."
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Date: 2014-05-13 11:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-05-14 10:15 am (UTC)That makes Joe laugh and he shakes his head, pouring water that's cool from the ice-box for both of them. "Never Helen, nawh." He shrugs, hopes he's not blushing. "War goes on. Last time I made it to Landsberg, this time it was all the way to Austria before I came back. I think it was almost done."
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Date: 2014-05-14 01:17 pm (UTC)Some of Joe's comments stop making sense, then. Who's he been sleeping with, this or last time, to help while away the stress of it all? He doesn't know that he wants to ask because he'd rather not want to rip someone's head off in jealousy. Not that he has any right to thinking of Joe like that, and Joe would probably take his head off if he brought it up.
"We made it to the end? Both of us?"
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Date: 2014-05-14 03:20 pm (UTC)"Yeah," says Joe, nodding, grateful for something safer to talk about. "You, me, Luz, Lip, Babe. Bill and Toye had it rough but they made it out. Winters. Speirs."
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Date: 2014-05-14 04:43 pm (UTC)It's a huge relief, one that he hadn't realized he'd been so worried about until it happened. "That's...that's good news," he says, the relief in his voice. He peers over the counter, watching Joe's movements. "What are you making for me?" he asks, voice infused with warmth as he's begun to relax.
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