@honorthedead || awkward situations meme || ☆ – your muse spills on my muse, and now has to give them their shirt to keep warm.
“No. I’m insisting and you have to listen. Doctor’s orders? What if I say that? Then there shouldn’t be any arguing back.” Round, dark eyes glanced towards Glenn from their corners as he watched the man try and push his shirt back towards him. “I’m fine. Besides...it’s not that bad out.” Who were they kidding? It was freezing. But Glenn being sopping wet? That was his fault. When a bucket they’d been collecting water in for their run slipped from his hands and Glenn went to catch it? The failure wasn’t on his companion. It was on him for sending it flying out of his hands thanks to a slip of his shoes in the mud and a not-so-tight grip.
They had to camp, head out in the morning. Siddiq was sure he could find a blanket or something to use somewhere. Until then? His shirt was in Glenn’s lap and he wasn’t taking no for an answer. Kneeling and rooting through the bags, the doctor looks over his shoulder and lifts both brows expectantly. “I insist. For the second--third time.” Gaze pointedly moves from Glenn’s eyes to his lap and back before his expression opens up even more.
Best put that shirt on, Glenn.