i fight. i resist. it doesn't even matter what i resist; there is simply something in me that tends to resist things as they are. i have been fighting since i was very small.
don’t worry. i know how to keep my head on my shoulders.
( his gaze drops briefly to the hand pointing at his cravat before returning to him. it’s then he decides he’s had enough of kenny for today. he rises from his seat with cup in hand, walking past the other man toward
the sink to wash it and leave it with the others. as he dries his hands, he makes his way toward the door, which has remained open since kenny entered. )
bathing should be a basic rule around here. and doing it 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗹𝘆 shouldn’t be something i have to explain. i didn’t think i’d have to make that clear.
so everyone complains when there’s no hot water but i’ll tell you something i don’t have to replenish the soap for the scouts nearly as much as i do for the garrison and engineers.
no te disculpes ni agradezcas, chico. solo ya sabes para la próxima. arreglarán lo del agua caliente pronto.
( su mano se alza, más de lo debido por la diferencia de altura, para dar dos suaves palmadas sobre su hombro. )