From the grave - January 27th meeting

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well he dove headfirst into the deep.

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now, bones would be a fool if he wasn't worried about morgan. his rank was less than favorable for this, something he needed to work on because he wasn't comfortable staying in one rank for so dang long.

approaching morgan, the former doctor tipped his head as he looked the samoyed over, noting everything. he didn't know quite enough about the other groups to tell who was dangerous and who was less likely to stab them in the back. "sir? i would suggest sending a spy or team to get intel on the rosebloods' practices. also, if I may, sir, are you doing alright? have you been sleeping and drinking enough?" worried? why yes, he was.

if one wwashing so poorly, how could the rest of the group receive it? back on the enterprise ... if jim was sick, the entire ship was probably sick too or at the very least made aware of his condition while he was being tended to. sometimes. yeah .... not the best track record. shaking his head to disperse the thoughts, he focused back on morgan, brown eyes dark with his concern. stress could be a bastard and a half and it didnt look like it was helping morgan at all.

lived for the moment, wild and free.