[ When the man's only reaction is to return to the bed, Matt can't decide if that's good or bad. Until he notices the slowness in the way he moves, the unconscious heaviness in how he carries himself. Of course he's exhausted, they all are, aren't they? And the officers more than anyone, Matt supposes. Carrying the weight of command, the expectations of their men. The guilt of loss. ]
I, uh. [ Matt figures it's good that he's a ghost, hopefully it hides the flush of shame that rises in his face as he ducks his head. ] Don't know that I'm all that much of a hurry, considering.
[ If there's unfinished business, he doesn't know what it is. But he isn't going to argue over any kind of reprieve from the one-way ticket to Hell he knows is waiting for him. ]
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I, uh. [ Matt figures it's good that he's a ghost, hopefully it hides the flush of shame that rises in his face as he ducks his head. ] Don't know that I'm all that much of a hurry, considering.
[ If there's unfinished business, he doesn't know what it is. But he isn't going to argue over any kind of reprieve from the one-way ticket to Hell he knows is waiting for him. ]