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"I just wanted to let you know that I love you," The crackly radio repeated. The voice's owner was nobody familiar to Scott. He frowned.
"Donnor!" He called, a bit of fear in his voice.
"Aye, lad?" The Scotsman replied.
"Come check this out!" The younger man answered.
"Ach, I'll be on my way, give me a second." Donnor sighed. He swore it made no sense for the two to split up- especially if the younger called him back over this much.
Once he'd taken care of the matters at hand (disabling a few timed bombs and collecting them and the parts), he returned to Scott, who was holding an outdated, grimy radio. Donnor opened his mouth, preparing to ask why the fuck the younger deemed it important to ask him about this kind of thing.
"I just wanted to let you know that I love you," The box provided, the rough growl he just knew was Jayne, but- there was sadness.
"Ach, fuck- Scott, did you find anything else around here?"
"Uh, yeah, um-" Scott grabbed a bloody yellow helmet off of the desk.
Donnor took it hesitantly, rotating it so that he could peer inside.
"Dell Conaugher," It red in a messy scrawl.
Donnor gritted his teeth. "Where'd you find this one?"
Scott gestured towards a door that was boarded up. Donnor went over, noticing the blood streaks that connected the door and where the helmet must have lain minutes before. He gulped, before leaning his head against the door to listen.
There wasn't any noise, but that wasn't good enough. "Scott, get boards, nails, anything to block this up." Donnor ordered, pulling out the blueprints of the RED base.
After an hour of securing and marking the area Donnor was finally more content. He'd scrapped the batterires, but preserved the radio, and Dell's helmet remained near him. Scott sat beside Donnor, sighing.
"So you knew him?" Scott asked.
Donnor grunted in response.
"Were you two close?"
"Not so much with dell, but Jayne and I- we used to be partners in crime." The older sighted, pain plauging everything about him.
"I'm real sorry about that, Donnor." Scott frowned, biting his lip.
"Ain't yer fault, lad." The other replied softly.
"I know that, but you look like you're hurting too. Donnor... I'm just here for you." Scott murmured, glancing at the other's face.
"Mmh," Donnor sighed, curling up a bit. "I know we aren't exactly best friends with these men, lad but... nonetheless. I didn't think... Scott, what if we're down the same road?"
"Donnor, you know we can't think like that- not if we want to survive." Scott sighed, wrapping the other in a hug.
"I know, lad. It's just... Jayne was the best- and Dell- he wasn't too shabby either. If they didn't make it-"
"We don't know that yet, Donnor. Besides, you know how big 'a role luck plays in this kinda thing. They coulda just been in the wrong place at the wrong time." Scott assured.
Donnor sighed. "If you think so, lad... Thank ye- I appreciate it." Donnor murmured, hugging the other man closer.
Scott could feel their heartbeats. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his, but having the other warm, attractive, funny, protective, sexy- damn it. Having the other man this close to him was enough as is to make his heart thump quicker in his chest. Scott sighed, rubbing the taller's back. "You feeling better?" He whispered.
"Aye, thank you." Donnor smiled, letting go of Scott.
Scott reluctantly let go. "Of course" He mumbled, flashing the other a crooked smile.