[Ishu]

December 5th, Chicago. Base.

He took a seat and sat up as Elek barraded him with questions. When they finally stopped, he answered, "No, she's not here. we had a... disagreement. I wouldn't say it was as far an as argument." Until she decided to poison him but, even then, he was too hung over and depressed to really care. "Yeah," He scratched at his chest through the half buttoned shirt and leaned back in his seat, "I'm fine... is that all you wanted to talk about?"

December 6th, Chicago. Base.

She eased back into the pillows when he entered, smiling at him the whole time. His sadness was not easy to hide from her but she did not point it out. Instead, she silently celebrated his little victory and reached out to touch at his hand. She hadn't told him yet that she would be starting the therapy soon as well- that the doctors and nurses were going to try to get her to walk. But it wasn't that she did not want to tell him- it was that she did not know how and, well, she'd just found out this morning anyway.

Trying, she pointed at his arm and then to her legs. She continued trying to convey where she meant by outlining the nurses cap onto of her head and then signaled one hand as herself and the other as a nurse and then had the nurse had help her hand, as herself, walk with some trouble.