Two Friends (With Icystorm)

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A sudden voice in the darkness startled him, more than the male wanted to admit. "I'm fine," he snapped, harsher than he intended, but Bailey wasn't about to take it back. Not after what had happened earlier that day. Or yesterday. He had no idea how late it was, or early in the morning. Either way, they had to get up somewhat early and sleep was necessary.

"Just go back to sleep," he muttered, flipping his pillow and dusting the other side off. It was a trick he had learned from his mother, when had had nightmares often. Placing his head on the cooler side, he wanted to go straight back to sleep but it wasn't coming. He didn't want to look at the couch any more, he didn't want to see Seth looking at him. It was probably in pity as well, and Bailey scoffed at the thought. As if he'd want Seth pitying him.

"Fuck this," Bailey muttered to himself. He rolled onto his back to stare up at the ceiling, wondering what exactly went wrong. This was the last thing he wanted to think about, but it was the only thing he could think about. It had all been his fault. He was the one that had suggested they go meet that group. She had been somewhat reluctant. If only he had listened to her advice. Something stung the corner of his eyes, and he let the tears flow silently. If only. She would have been alive. He wouldn't be in this mess. And he wouldn't have been vulnerable. He was glad that the dark hid his tears. Soon enough, wallowing in his own self pity sent him to sleep.
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Flinching at the tone of voice, Seth somehow managed to hold his gaze in Bailey's direction. He deserved the anger that was thrown at him in those two words; he deserved more than that, and he braced himself for more. More did not come. Instead, he was told to go back to sleep, but now he wasn't sure if he would be able to. The guilt of everything that had happened yesterday came crashing against him. Was he only good for hurting people? To him, it sure seemed like it.

Running his hands through his hair, he lay back down, eyes closing, only for them to open when he heard Bailey speak again. Fuck this was fairly accurate for this situation, and while he had no idea what was on the other male's mind, it wasn't as accurate a statement as it could be. What would fit better was Fuck you. Fuck me and all I have done, all I will still do, and all I refused to do. If things became too bad and their luck continued how it was, he wanted to feel like he would do the right thing and let Bailey go on instead of dragging him with him on this suicide run, but he if he wasn't sure he would be able to do that.

Seth let his eyes close again, and when they opened for the next time he felt like he had only been asleep for a few minutes. Getting up, he approached the nearest window and a quick glance showed him it was still dark but the sun would start to rise soon. Being as quiet as possible, he crept through the living room, entered the kitchen, and lay down on the counter, his arm hanging off the side and the backpack pressed against the wall next to him, deciding to lay here until his companion woke up. It wasn't comfortable, but being in a different room than Bailey helped to keep his mind off the guy.
 
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The sun began to rise, rays of light shining through the window. When Bailey woke, his eyes blinked open and he quietly sat up to look around him. The first thing he noticed was that Seth no longer occupied the couch, but he wasn't about to call out for him just yet. Rubbing his eyes, he yawned before he pulled himself to his feet.

Stretching, Bailey glanced around the room. Where was Seth? Had he just left him? Another quick glance revealed that his backpack wasn't in the room, so it was unlikely. Unless the other was an ass, then his companion was still his companion. Sighing to himself, he grabbed the other backpack and wandered into the other rooms until he spotted the male.

"Oh, you're still here," Bailey said dryly, despite having known already. He was still pissed about last night, and it was clear in his eyes and tone. "There's cans in the bag. Help yourself." Following his own advice, he grabbed a random can of food out of his own backpack and examined it. Canned beans. Making a face, he decided to deal with it and went to find something to eat it with.
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Seth was nearly asleep again by the time he heard Bailey moving around the house, the only thing having kept him awake was the way part of the backpack dug into his side. Instead of moving and getting ready for the day like he knew he should, he continued to lay there, his half closed eyes staring at the entryway to the kitchen. He was still feeling sorry -both for himself and what he had done- and, and he did not want to face his companion.

Freedom away from the other male did not last as Bailey came into the room a minute later. Not a moment was wasted, and his eyes quickly darted to another corner of the room at the tone of voice and look in the scarred male's eyes. He should take Bailey's advice and eat something, but not yet. Not until he tried to make things better between them.

Sitting up, Seth leaned forward with his hand on his legs, trying his hardest to meet the other's eyes and failing to do so. "About last night.. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that." Like what? To sound so harsh? What did he mean it like then? Of that he was not sure, but he had only meant to have a little fun, and the fun went too far.
 
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Bailey had found a fork by the time Seth had spoke, just about to dig in to his food. Stopping, he sighed audibly and looked over. "Uh huh. And what exactly did you mean it like?" The scarred male narrowed his eyes, before looking back to his food and stabbing at it with the fork. Cringing as he stuffed some into his mouth, he began to plan their day once again.

They were coming up close on the other group now, and their detour would start soon. He resolved to tell Seth more info once they were up and moving, preferring not to talk now since they were still on bad terms. Scowling as he thought back to last night, he glared at his food as if it would fix his feelings. If anything, the food was just making him feel worse.

Speed eating, he grabbed some water to wash off the taste before tossing the can in the bin. Old habits died hard, but he didn't want to litter, even though the world had already gone to shit. Might as well maintain it the best they could. As he had already finished, he looked to the other male with irritated eyes. "Lets go." He didn't care whether or not he had eaten or not, just that he wanted to be moving and out of this house. Silence outside was far better than silence inside.
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Mouth opening, no sound came out as Seth struggled to come up with an answer that was satisfactory, but all he could think of was I don't know. That wasn't exactly a great response, so he closed his mouth and turned his head away. There was nothing he could do or say to make things better, so he settled for silence. Soon though, he would have to think of something to mend this between them.

Grabbing the backpack behind him, he unzipped the main pocket and looked inside, hating digging through the other's bag even though Bailey basically gave him the ok the grab food from it. Nothing he saw sounded good, but since he had to eat, he grabbed a can of Spam before zipping up the bag and setting it aside. Eating it wasn't going to be the easiest, but it wasn't as if he had ever been any bit sophisticated with certain habits, so his fingers would do just fine since he wasn't about to go search for a fork like Bailey had.

Popping the top, he used two fingers to scoop out some of the canned meat and stuck it in his mouth. He managed to get in three bites before Bailey spoke. He was irritated about not getting much time to eat, but he didn't voice it (he was the one who was in such a big hurry after all) as he set the can down long enough the slip on the backpack and jump off the counter. Scooping out more at a time, he shoveled the last of the food into his mouth before tossing his can in the bin with Baileys. "Alright." Nodding, he motioned for his companion to lead the way.
 
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Opening the door, the scarred male headed out without much thought of his surroundings. All he cared was that there were no zombies, and that was it. The rifle was slung over his shoulder once again, the bag hanging from his back. The rising sun lit up his scar, momentarily blinding him as he looked up. Blinking, he sighed and began to head down the road.

Bailey knew Seth would catch up, and it saved him the extreme amount of effort of turning his head to look so he could concentrate on other things. They would have to change directions soon enough, to avoid encountering the other group. Thoughts of that group made him scowl, irritated and annoyed that he would have to go anywhere near them.

Thinking about people that irritated and annoyed him, Bailey's mind wandered to what had happened the night before. Even thinking about it was making him pissed off, his mood slowly souring. His hand clenched into a fist, taking a deep breath to try and calm down. Why was it riling it up so much? He wasn't even interested in men. In anyone really. But the tone Seth had used... And all the events leading up to it... He wasn't happy about it at all. And unless something else happened in the next few minutes, he was going to do something about it.
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Seth followed silently after the scarred male, staring at the rifle that hung along the other male's shoulder. There had been multiple opportunities for Bailey to shoot him again, last night being one of them, yet he had gotten lucky with the companion he was with. The guy did not have a reason to spare his life, yet here he was, letting himself get forced into helping on some dangerous mission. Although, Seth knew, there was still a chance a bullet might tear through his chest if he didn't start watching his mouth.

Instead of getting better, the mood around them grew steadily worse. It wasn't something he could see, at least not yet due to staying behind Bailey, but he could feel it. He remembered how they were going to be heading towards territory that his companion was none to happy about, and he wondered if they were now getting close to that.

Noticing the way Bailey's fist clenched at his side, Seth's brow furrowed as he debated what to do, and in the end he settled for acting concerned. Picking up his pace, he caught up so he would walk next to his companion. Since the other guy had yet to do something other than shoot his shoulder, the worry that he still might never crossed his mind. "You ok?" He looked directly at Bailey as they walked, letting his face show the concern he now felt.
 
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Bailey could hear the other male catching up, and it only put him on more edge. The hell was he doing? Why couldn't he just stay behind, so that he wouldn't have to look at him? The scarred male could feel his annoyance, and anger, rising as Seth caught up and began walking beside him. Couldn't the other tell that his current feelings were directed towards him?

The final straw was when Seth asked him, concerned, if he was okay.

Bailey stopped walking. He took a deep breath, almost as if to calm himself. It worked for an instant, his hand relaxing ever so slightly, and he shrugged the rifle off his shoulder and onto the ground.

A step towards the other male, and then his fist connected with Seth's face.

Bailey had held back just a bit, not wanting to break any bones, but it definitely would've hurt. After, he brought his hand back down to rest at his side, he stared at Seth with hard eyes. The anger was gone now, but he felt more than satisfied with that punch. Seth deserved it for the shit he had said last night. Without another word, he picked up and slung the rifle back over his shoulder and began walking once again.
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Stopping when Bailey did, Seth noted the deep breath his companion sucked in and took it as a good sign, that maybe everything was going to be good between them. When the guy set the rifle down though, his brow furrowed in confusion and, still oblivious to the fact that Bailey was pissed at him, he waited in silence, expecting any minute now for the guy to speak.

No speaking happened.

Letting out a cry of pain, Seth clutched his nose and took a few steps back, feeling the wetness of blood against his fingers. Due to having not expected that, his eyes were wide, but as the shock wore off, an angry look crossed his face. For a moment he had planned on punching Bailey back, but realization finally kicked in and his anger faded. He now felt like shit, but hopefully now they could at least be even.

Seth kept one hand on his nose, thankful to feel the flow of blood slowing. He looked at Bailey, the other male already walking away, and opened his mouth as if to speak, but not knowing what to say, he ended up bowing his head and looking away. There was no use calling out pointless words, so he began to slowly follow, wondering why he always had to be a fuck up. He felt his hopes about friendship crumbling away.
 
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At first Bailey had been worried about retaliation as he walked away, figuring Seth to be the hot headed type. But he kept calm and kept walking, not bothering to look back. It seemed the other had come to the conclusion that it was payback from last night, and Bailey hoped they were now even. No angry words, no shouting, no nothing; the scarred male let out a sigh of relief, hidden from view of the other male.

They walked in silence for a little while, the only sounds being the birds chirping and the wind whistling. It was comforting almost, following the route by memory and taking turns knowing the other had to follow. They were very close to the other's territory now, and Bailey hesitated before continuing further. "Time for the detour," he murmured, hoping the other could hear him. "Keep quiet." The scenery had changed. In front of them was a park, with a lot of trees and a walking path through the bush. Bailey glanced over to the right, where there were more buildings. "They reside over there. We'll be cutting through the park, which they still patrol, but less so." Hoping that was enough information to go on, the male headed forward.

They didn't get far. The sound of chatter soon reached Bailey's ears, and his eyes widened. He muttered a swear, immediately glancing around for a hiding place. But the voices were closer than they had seemed, and it was too late.

"You're fucking joking. Bailey?"

At the sound of his name, the male swung the rifle up into his hands and aimed it at the man who had just appeared around the corner of the walking path. A pistol was aimed right back at him.

"So you're alive. Figured as much. Too bad about the girl though, blowing her face off like that," the man smirked, his gun hand steady. The man himself had black hair and light green eyes, slightly taller than Bailey and had the same build. His eyes darted towards Seth, before an eyebrow raised. "Du hast einen anderen Freund gebracht? Möchte ihn auch umbringen?*" He asked, his attention turning back to Bailey with a smirk.

Bailey's finger was on the trigger, but he didn't want to risk getting shot. However faced with the man that had caused him years of torment, plus the words he was speaking, was clearly getting to him. Taking a deep breath, he knew he was leaving Seth out of the 'conversation', (unless he could speak german, in which case it would make it easier on him) he replied. "Lass uns gehen und ich werde dich nicht hier und jetzt erschießen." The words felt foreign on his tongue, as he hadn't spoken the language in so long, but it got his point across. The other man however, threw back his head and laughed.

With a sharp whistle, two men appeared on either side of them. They didn't have any guns, instead wielding knives. Bailey glanced to them, wincing internally. The hell were they going to do now?
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*For any german speakers reading this, all google translate...
You brought another friend? Going to get him killed too?
Just let us go and I won't shoot you dead here and now.
 
When his nose stopped bleeding, Seth wiped his hand on his jeans then licked his fingers and cleaned the blood off his face the best he could, not caring for the metallic taste when he had to lick his fingers multiple times to get himself fairly clean. The new blood on his clothes wouldn't do any good, especially if any zombies happened to be around, but at least being punched left less worry than being shot. Part of him would have preferred getting shot.

His head stayed bowed until he heard Bailey speak. The words made him sigh inwardly -he had been quiet this whole time and didn't plan on speaking now. Since they were now in potential enemy territory, he lifted his head in order to help keep an eye out. He was the reason they were here, so he might as well help out in case something were to happen. The place they were now in had a lot of ambush spots, and he turned his head toward the buildings. For Bailey's sake, he hoped the people were over there, but for his own sake he hoped to have a run in with these individuals. Even though it was his fault they were here, he wanted to show he wasn't completely useless.

Hearing voices not long into the into someone else's territory, instead of looking for a place to hide, Seth stood up straight and looked around for the source of the voices. He didn't have to look long as soon his eyes were locked on a male with similar looks to Bailey. A quick glance at his companion showed him what the two thought of each other. He was just waiting for the sound of a gunshot.

Not being one to be easily thrown off guard, he was taken aback by the words the newcomer spoke, throwing a confused and concerned look towards Bailey. What sort of dark past was the other male hiding? What made him turn into the man he now was?

Much to his annoyance, the two began speaking in a foreign language, so now the conversation was lost on him. Thankfully it did not last long, and he realized it was time for the real fun to begin.

Without moving his head, Seth's eyes glanced left and then right before landing back on the guy with gun. Cocking an eyebrow, he grinned and lifted his head in a look that ask, This the best you can do? It was disappointing, really. As he took a few steps back, he looked between the two men wielding knives, and after a few moments he locked eyes with one, his smile dropping, bag slipping off his shoulders, and he charged. The second of surprise gave him enough time to reach for the knife, but since the man began to pull away, he settled for grabbing the blade and tossing the knife far into the bushes. Ignoring the blood flowing down his hand, he fixed the weaponless male with a deadly gaze while at the same time keeping himself aware of the other knife wielder. He would give either a chance to run, but if they wanted to fucking play, then he would play.
 
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Bailey grit his teeth, annoyed that he would now have to deal with questions from Seth. If they managed to get out alive, that was. He knew that Seth could fight, but could he take on two men at once? There was only one way to find out, because Bailey sure as fuck wouldn't be going quietly with this man. Not after what had happened last time.

Movement happened, and Bailey turned to look just in time to see Seth charge one of the men. That was fast. While he had been expecting the other to do something, grabbing a knife by the blade wasn't one of them. Turning his attention back to the man with the gun, his eyes narrowed. The man had been shocked, not expecting a fight as well, and Bailey took the chance to attack. A shot went off, but it missed and the scarred male tackled him to the ground. He could've shot him at any time; but no, the other man didn't deserve such a luxury. A hot, angry feeling began to rise, much stronger than it had been focused at Seth, and he was able to act on it. With the other man beneath him, the pistol lying a few feet away, he began to rain down punches all filled with the rage that had been pent up for so long.

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The two men at either side had only been expecting to escort the newcomers to their main base. The surprise was clear on the first man's face as Seth charged, trying to step back but the knife being taken from him. Blood was dripping down the other's hand, and he could not help but be horrified. Did he not feel the pain? Either way, he didn't have time to worry, but the look he was given sent chills down his spine. Knowing he would be fed to the zombies if he didn't do something, the man shared a glance with the one behind him before lunging for Seth. The other behind him came up with the knife, hoping the one in front would distract him long enough for him to injure him.
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The first mistake the weaponless man made was to share a look with his friend. The second mistake was to not run. Adrenaline was now coursing through Seth, and while his looks did not show it, he couldn't be happier about the decision to attack him. Not to mention lunging at him head on. That was his tactic, so he knew all about it. It was something the guy who 'owned' his home before him tried to break him out of but to no avail. No matter what sort of injuries he did or would have sustained if the guy had not chosen to hold back, he never stopped rushing headlong into a fight.

Since the guy lunged at him, he also lunged towards the guy. Grabbing the weaponless male, he quickly spun them around the shoved the guy away from him and towards the companion, effectively stopping the knife from ending up in his back. Too bad the enemy still had a hold of it. Getting rid of it was the first step, and at least now he could see both of the males.

With the element of surprise gone, he didn't dare charge forward again, so this time he took slow steps forward, keeping the deadly expression on his face and his eyes locked with those of the knife wielder. After another step, the knife flashed out and he dodged it, but he was unable to dodge the punch the second on threw, stumbling sideways when the fist caught the side of his face. The knife flashed out again, and not to be caught off guard by the same move, he dodged the blade and lifted an arm to deflect another punch, then leapt forward. This time, instead of having to grab the blade, he managed to grab the hand that held it and twisted until the knife was released, then he dropped to the ground and took the second weaponless male with him. It gave him a chance to dodge anything the first male might try, and also allowed him get in a good punch with his free hand, his fist connecting with the guys nose reminding him of when that happened to him a bit earlier.

Only wanting to hurt them enough so they would leave, he gave one last punch before turning his attention to the other male, just in time for him to grunt and clutch his stomach. Kicking him when he was on the ground was something he should have expected. He rolled so to avoid another kick and got to his feet, but he had to admit that had hurt. Doing his best to ignore the pain, he dodged and wrestled with the guy until he managed to get him restrained, and he threw a punch but stopped before his fist could met face. "Take your friend and leave." He nodded towards the guy still on the ground then gestured towards where Bailey and the assumed man in charge were. "Unless you want to end up like him." He did not miss the way that Bailey landed punch after punch on the guy, but now what he saw caused his eyes to widen. He didn't even notice the way his bloody hand released its hold on the enemy or the way the male obeyed his command to at least go to his friend. Whatever happened next with those two, he could care less, because right now all his attention was focused on his companion and the man Bailey was fighting.
 
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Bailey had little time to pay attention to how Seth was doing, so he could only hope that he wasn't getting his ass kicked. Meanwhile, his energy was draining and the man below him could sense it, finally able to throw him off. Bailey tucked into a roll, though he groaned as he hit a tree. There would no doubt be a bruise at the impact. Slightly dazed, the scarred male shook his head and began to climb to his feet only to get charged into. His back slammed hard against the tree, causing him to wince but he bit his tongue to stop any more sounds from coming out. Elbowing the man in the head, he forced him to release his grip. Kneeing the already bloody and bruised man in the face, he shoved him off and dove for the pistol that was lying not far away.

The man turned around, only to have the barrel of a gun pointed at him. It caused him to pause, but then he grinned. "Going to blow off my face too huh, Bailey? Like you did to Syrin? Even better, I'm not even a zombie. Your poor little girlfriend had to suffer for hours before you finally ended her, ain't that right? Since poor Bailey is such a pussy, she had to suffer more." Bailey flinched at every word, his finger twitching dangerously on the trigger. He slowly got to his feet, in pain, the gun shaking as it pointed towards the man. He knew if he shot now, he would not miss, and he would finally end this snake of a man.

"No." But he was better than that. He couldn't take a life, not easily, and he had to prove that he was better. That Syrin's death wasn't for nothing, not when she believed in him. "I'm not going to kill you. My companion and I will leave this place and never come back." He stared hard at the shocked expression on the other man's bruised and bloody face. Bailey felt the hint of satisfaction at the other man's broken nose, however it reminded him of what he had done to Seth earlier and then the satisfaction was gone.

The man sneered. "You're going to get him killed too, just like everyone who travels with you. Don't worry, I'd be happy to end your life when you have to end his." A shot rang out, and a cry of pain left the other man as he dropped to one knee. Bailey had shot him through the left calf, his eyes hard and the gun smoking. He glanced over, finally, to his companion, his eyes widening in surprise as he tried to figure out what happened. He knew that the other was good at fighting, but he had been unarmed as far as he knew and won against two armed men. His respect for the other grew, ever so slightly, because if he hadn't won then it was likely Bailey wouldn't have been standing there. "Seth. Let's go. These scumbags can work it out themselves." Picking up his rifle, he winced as he slung it over his shoulder and grabbed the backpack. Hesitating for a moment, he turned and glanced towards the other man once again. "Fuck you," he muttered, before emptying the bullets out of the chamber and throwing the pistol hard. It hit him in the stomach, causing him to groan and double over. Turning his back, he headed further down the path.
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It was as if time stopped. All Seth could see was the gun that Bailey held and the way it was pointed toward the other man. Surely his companion would not pull the trigger and blow the man's brains out. But why not? The trigger had been pulled when he first confronted the scarred male. Sure it had not been a killing shot, but this situation held far less control emotional wise. This man knew Bailey, and he was using his knowledge to goad him. By the time the man stopped talking, Seth almost wished Bailey would blow him away. Only a thin thread held him to his no kill morals.

A sigh of relief came from Seth when he heard Bailey say he was not going to kill, and it was even better to hear him spoken of as his companion. His shattered hope from earlier was quickly mended, and, since he ended his fight with the other two males, he was finally able to relax. He would wait for the scarred male to finish up with the guy, and then they could get going, just so long as there was no other obstacles.

Taking his eyes off the two, he looked around for the men he had defeated, satisfied to see they had not moved. Suddenly a shot rang out, and he jerked his head back the other way, his widened eyes relaxing at seeing the shot was not fatal. Because of that, he smiled. Hurts like hell, doesn't it? His own gunshot wound was acting up thanks to the fight, but that wasn't the only thing that hurt so he would ignore it. What hurt most was where he had been kicked, and then there was his hand, which did not hurt but was still bleeding.

Seeing Bailey was finished, he grinned at the way his companions eyes widened slightly. Ready to get going, he shouldered the backpack and walked next to the other male as they left the scene. Now that they were alone, a hoard of questions entered his mind, but he wasn't sure if now what the time for any of them. The bigger question was, would there ever be a good time for any of them? It seemed unlikely, so he figured fuck it. Taking a calming breath, he looked at Bailey. "I heard what that man said. About your girlfriend..and about the people who travel with you. I guess I heard everything, except for when you were speaking some other language." What was he suppose to say about any of it? I'm sorry? As if that would do any good.
 
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Bailey let out the breath he had been holding once they were far enough away. He hadn't expected that they would actually get away, yet here they were. And now... He cringed internally knowing the questions the other would no doubt ask. And soon enough, Seth's voice was more than clear. Bailey stopped walking, trying to force the ugly thoughts out of his head. He knew that his companion was curious, but he didn't want to answer anything. Not now. Not when he could still feel the tears in his heart.

"Can we.. Can we not talk about this?" He asked quietly. He hated how weak he sounded, but the scarred male could offer no more. Instead, trying to take the attention off himself, his eyes caught the still bleeding wound on Seth's hand. "Fuck," he muttered, setting his backpack down and beginning to dig through to find medical supplies. "What did you do, grab the fucking knife or something?" His swears were forced and harsh, but ultimately he didn't mean the feelings that might've been put behind them.

"It's going to sting again," Bailey muttered, before spraying the wound with disinfectant. He grabbed the bandages after and wrapped them around his hand. "Just... Don't use it for a few days. It'll heal faster if you leave it alone." Yet the scarred male doubted that Seth would listen to half the things he said. And it was sometimes impossible to not use your hands, especially when in this sort of world they now lived in. Also his shoulder... Bailey groaned. "Please tell me your shoulder is fine..."

He'd done well with moving the topic along, yet it was always going to be in the back of his mind. Their little encounter had sparked bad memories, memories he had hidden away and never wanted to think about again. It would undoubtedly come up in further conversations, and he would have to deal with them in the future. He couldn't run from his past forever.
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Coming to a stop, Seth tried his hardest to read any emotion he could from his companion, but there seemed to be too many and none were good, so when Bailey asked to not talk about it, he looked to the ground and gave a small shake of his head. Not wanting to talk about painful memories was something he could understand, so he wasn't going to force someone else to unless it was needed. He had to hope that the guy would be willing to talk later, though.

Hearing Bailey speak again, Seth looked back up then stared at his bleeding hand. "Uh...yeah.." The words came out in a daze, as if he were having trouble figuring out why the guy even had to ask. Was it really that much of a surprise? His hands here covered in scars -something Bailey had to have seen- and not all of them were accidental. Plus, he won, so that meant there had to be some positive reasoning behind his madness.

He stayed silent after that, waiting for his wound to be cleaned and dressed. Whatever sting he was suppose to feel never came, and he wasn't sure how he was suppose to not use it for a few days. He would use it, and it would get better just like every other time his hand had been sliced open. What was a bit more important was his shoulder, but even that didn't seem too bad. At least not to him, so he figured his companion shouldn't worry about it either.

"Umm, it hurts but I don't think it is bleeding or anything. I'm sure it's fine. We should probably get going." They had wasted enough time worrying about his injuries. Even a few minutes was too much. The sooner they got going, the sooner they could find Drustan, and the sooner his companion could be free of him.
 
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"Idiot," Bailey muttered under his breath as he finished dressing the wound. "Surely there could've been other ways around it." Yet at the same time, he knew that no matter what he said would prevent Seth from doing stupid things again. He could at least try making his job a little easier though... But the scarred male was glad that the focus was no longer on him. However judging by the many scars on the other's hands, that would be something he'd have to bring up again later.

"Don't come whining to me when it starts hurting more later," Bailey warned, but he decided not to take a look at his shoulder wound for now. Like Seth, he wanted to get out of the area as fast as possible, though for a different reason. Grabbing the backpack, he swung it up over his shoulder and glanced behind him. They weren't being followed as far as he knew, though it was likely the man would send at least a few people to either find them or make sure they had left.

Glancing again at Seth, he didn't say another word and instead began to walk. Bailey thought up a map in his mind to make sure he knew where they were going, but other thoughts kept intruding. Pushing them out was exhausting, but it was better than actively thinking about everything that had gone wrong. He hoped that his companion wouldn't speak any more, and it appeared that the other knew that he didn't want to talk about it. Hopefully they could get out of there and everything else would go smoothly.
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Seth wasn't sure why Bailey was calling him an idiot; it seemed like a smart move to him. An injured hand was a lot less worrisome than being stabbed somewhere else, like say, the groin or chest or even a leg. It wasn't worth worrying about, so he chose not to speak his mind. It wasn't like his companion would understand. The guy seemed set on thinking negative of him whenever the chance arose, even though he probably just saved his ass. His ass was in that situation because of him, but it was better to overlook that detail in order to feel good about himself for a short time.

After feeling good about how the fight went, it was hard to keep silent, but he somehow managed. Knowing his companion would not care for conversation helped with that. To occupy his mind, he kept watch of their surroundings and behind them. The last thing they needed was for people to sneak up or ambush them, but it seemed like they were going to get out the area with no other trouble. He glanced over at Bailey. Would the guy want to speak soon? Probably not.

The walking was monotonous, but he was sure by now that they were out of enemy territory. "I'm sorry." He finally said, growing tired of the silence. "Not that you care for an apology, but you do care that running into that group was my fault." Whatever mental hell Bailey was in or trying to avoid was there because he convinced them to go through enemy territory. But then he remembered what the guy said to his enemy, and he was left questioning the acceptance he felt about how he thought Bailey felt of him. "You called me your companion. Did you mean that or was it just for show?"