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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.

Date: 2014-05-14 06:49 pm (UTC)
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"I'm great at cookies. And bread." Jesus, he really does miss Shari. "You'll see. There's a helluva lot you don't know about me, Webster."

Date: 2014-05-14 07:43 pm (UTC)
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That makes him blush. He can't help it. The corner of his mouth lifts in a smile and he glances up, eyebrows slightly raised.

"Maybe you oughta."

Date: 2014-05-14 07:55 pm (UTC)
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Wouldn't be the first time. Joe concentrates on his food for a moment, anything other than looking at Web, thinking what he's inevitably thinking. Because he can't get it out of his head.

"I'll show you the basics later, if you want."

Date: 2014-05-14 08:22 pm (UTC)
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That makes him laugh, defusing a little bit of the tension that he's feeling, the tightness through his shoulders and his guts.

"My secrets? Nawh, Web. The Compound. The Winchester. Maybe the waterfall."

Date: 2014-05-14 08:31 pm (UTC)
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It feels good, sitting here like this - feels familiar, like a shadow of the life he had before. He's lost count of how many times they've sat at this table like this.

"I'm glad you're here, Web."

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