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This is a really short update, I apologize. Next chapter will be much longer, promise!
Someone was knocking on the door. Donny groaned and rolled over; who the hell was knocking this damn early? Couldn't they get some rest for once in their lives? It was probably Stiglitz or Wicki, had to be one of those two. He squinted and saw Raine answering the door. Heat rose in his face as he remembered what his lieutenant had done last night. Would Stiglitz know? He couldn't, of course he couldn't, he wasn't a mind reader. He couldn't tell by looking at Donny. Could he?
The voices were hushed. Donny found himself focusing on Raine's voice, the strangely comforting way he drawled- how had he hated it? All it did now was make him sleepy again. He liked listening to Raine speak. Something about hurrying up, getting to another dingy little French town. Donny debated falling back asleep again; he wouldn't have the chance to rest in the coming days, hew knew that. Besides, he'd probably be able to get his hands on some coffee...
Then someone yanked his pillow from underneath him.
Donny yelped and sat up, fists wringing the mangy comforter. "Dammit, Raine, can't ya let a guy sleep?" Raine was smirking, the pillow slung over his shoulder as a sort of cheap imitation of how Donny carried his beloved bat.
"Sleep good? Good. Get up."
Tentatively Donny slid out of the bed, changing quickly as possible, trying not to turn around and see if Raine was watching him. His suspenders, however, did not work well with his fumbling fingertips. "Damn cheap pieces of crap-"
"Christ, Donny." Raine took the hooks from Donny's hands and hooked them to the inside buttons. "Dunno how hard it is to hook suspenders, boy. Christ, don't look at me like that!" he scoffed, stuffing a hand in his pocket. Probably searching for the stupid snuff box again.
"Maybe you should have thought before you thought it was a good idea to- to-" Donny shook his head. "Forget it, Raine. I'm not gonna act like a damn girl." he mumbled. Raine regarded him silently before pressing a hand against Donny's face. He jumped in surprise at the action, wide eyes searching Raine's face for explanation.
"Ya shoulda thought of that last night, dontcha think?" he asked in a low tone. He was right, Donny admitted to himself. When wasn't the lieutenant right? Raine smiled. "Gotcha." the man's thumb grazed Donny's cheekbone lightly, gently feeling the stubble there.
"You're not acting like yourself." Donny said shakily. "Sure you're not hung over?" It was a lame attempt at a joke, but he had nothing else he could say. He put his hands in his pockets, hoping it would hide the fact that they were trembling. He was unnerved, anxious.
Raine laughed. "Could say the same for you, buddy. Ya haven't swatted my hand away like most chicks do." Donny scowled. "Aw, sorry, Donny. Ya know how we rednecks are." the man leaned in closer, his eyes hungry.
"Aldo, i-if someone opens t-that door.." Donny stammered. His superior nodded and sighed, taking his hand away from Donny's face. Aldo stuffed his boots on his feet and opened the door, muttering something to himself. Donny was still standing in the same spot, utterly confused by his superior's sudden actions. Aldo glanced back at him.
"Comin'? Or would ya rather be discovered as the only American Nazi in this godforsaken country?"