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Don watches as the others sleep, even the tank in her quiet survivance, like a sleeping woman breathing evenly through the motor. Bible sleeps at his legs and the sergeant almost reaches out to caress his lover's head. Almost, because he really wants to but Don knows he cannot to, not around the others, not that he knows how their reactions would be - Don doesn't want to risk anything, especially not Boyd's integrity.
Don breathes deeply, looking up at the light late afternoon sky, he wishes they would be doing life, love, less violence instead, but that is the world they live in. He reaches to ruffle at Bible's hair softly, affectionately, before coming out of the tank's hatch. Maybe somewhere else, some other time.