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he laughs, as an unidentifiable look settles in his eyes, a haze of longing, but it fades as their playful banter is cut short, a cry for help came down the line. Smitty could almost swear Doss' ears perked up like a cat as he turned toward the cry for a medic As if possessed, Doss ran immediately to the source. Smitty startled by the sudden yell as well was shocked to see Desmond instantly speed away.
"Fuck, what's going on now!?” Smitty did not hesitate to run after Desmond.
and second: Smitty glances at Doss once more. His brief annoyance morphing into concern Desmond’s eyes glazing over once again. He ignored for a while. But every time he looked at Doss, the look in his eyes became more familiar. And not in the good way familiar… Masking his concern with annoyance, he called out to Doss again. “Hey Doss! What's the hold-up?” Teach immediately stopped his work and began paying attention. Huh? " Doss shakes his head, trying to get himself back into reality, despite him zoning out his arms were doing the work almost mechanically
"What hold up? You talkin' about? i'm shoveling aren't i?" he called back rhetorically, his shovel coming up and down rhythmically as he shoveled the dirt to the side. Smitty did not know whether to laugh or be annoyed at his utterance and shook his head in exasperation