#lieutriley

[sgt-garrison]

[we're a couple]

[right]

[Like two birds in a nest, we are.]

[sgt-garrison]

(he bites his cheek, legs straddling sam's hips as he smooths the last bandage over the man's chest. he might've gotten a little carries away with the whole knife thing...)

didn't go too hard on ya, did i?

(He chuckles softly, his breath shaken. Maybe he did. But.. fuck, what a wipe out.)

Y’spoiled me, Simon. jus’.. need ‘ta get my head back.

Need ya. Here… Close.

(He adores the small yet gentle touches of the other man- admiring the stark contrast from before. So much care put into every little move..

He didn’t know why he didn’t get with a butcher sooner. It would’ve costed him a lot less trips to the hospital.

Not just any butcher. Simon Riley. A man who’s as gentle as he is fucking insane.)

[sgt-garrison]

(he always thought he'd be the one in the ward, not the one visiting. they look at him like he belongs there, though, with the whole mask get-up.)

(they check his ID and look over documents and the receptionist looks like she's seen more than he has before letting him in.)

(and then he waits. christ, he hates hospitals.)

…Simon? He’s ready for you. Just this way, please.

(A kind nurse motions for the Lieutenant to follow behind double doors.)

[sgt-garrison]

(he approaches garrison's bunk, arms crossed)

scoot over.

…Don’t think I can, Simon. ‘Think there’s hellfire in m’veins.

[sgt-garrison]

(there's a knock on garrison's window. there may or may not be a masked man standing there with a crowbar.)

…Y’crazy sum’bitch.

(He whispers harshly.)

Y’can’ open th’windows- they’re sealed!

[sgt-garrison]

[can't sleep]

[Middle of the day, here. What’s it, 3 am for you?]

[sgt-garrison]

(he sets a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and takes a seat on the couch, sifting through movies with the TV remote.)

terminator, terminator, terminator........

(He’s stretched out on the couch, back against an arm rest as he watches the man scroll through the options on screen)

Mm.. excited, are y’a?

[sgt-garrison]

(he finds garrison in his quarters and is quick to shut the door behind himself.)

(he hasn't even changed out of his running clothes yet. there's a wild sort of look in his eye when he grips garrison by the shoulders.)

i just made out w'weaver.

(He blinks dumbly down at him, razor in hand as he processes what the man his mumbled.)

…What, Harley?