James had shut off the viewscreen once Len left the infirmary. He was now tucked up on a corner of their bunk, rifle parts spread over his lap as he took it apart and cleaned it, as if he hadn't been doing anything else since he'd left.
"Fine. I'll be glad to get the fuck out of here. Serum and arm are back." He flexed his once-again-metal hand for emphasis.
Unfortunately, Len knew him well enough that the wire-tight tension in his muscles would give him away, even if his lover somehow didn't notice the subtle trembling of his right hand as he worked with the parts.
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Date: 2016-07-27 05:26 am (UTC)"Fine. I'll be glad to get the fuck out of here. Serum and arm are back." He flexed his once-again-metal hand for emphasis.
Unfortunately, Len knew him well enough that the wire-tight tension in his muscles would give him away, even if his lover somehow didn't notice the subtle trembling of his right hand as he worked with the parts.