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bunk with me

As they all pressed out of the helicopter, Kaya was beaming with that contagious sound of laughter, riding on Rosa's back. They were giggling like two toddlers as they grabbed their keys from ava, and off into their room, saying their goodbyes to the rest of the association. You could hear their laughs down the hall, furthermore, you could hear Alby scorning them as if they were seven years old again. Ki was giggling like a school girl while he grabbed Ki's and his' key to their bunk, shaking his head.

Chancellor Ava also shook her head with that motherly smile, handing Dylan's key to him, nodding at Thomas.
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If you don't know what WICKED is, I suggest you read this. WICKED is a government official safe place. Right? Right. This was built a long time ago and was now put into use for this apocalyptic type state. After the D.C lab was broken into, and the cure was shattered, the disease got out. So... Yes there was a cure. It is gone now. WICKED was the part of the special forces arm branch, and emphasise special. Jorge, rosa's uncle fought in the special forces. He fought against all the governments' fuck-ups, and mistakes in the lab. Or when the things got out of their little habitats. Since chancellor ava had entrusted to the lieutenant role to Jorge, she'd accommodate him and rosa in any way. Rosa also was levelling to fight, and since Ava was basically the second in charge, and had more power than almost the vice president, she'd directed the special forces to get as many people to the sanctuary as they could. Rosa had begged ava to bring her friends and family along, she, of course, was nice with that. So here they are. In the north WICKED compound.
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Dylan spoke softly, getting closer to Thomas
"You should go see your mom. Ava says she's at the crops."
He spoke with a modest, sombre smile, but it grew larger the more he thought of the happy reunion.
"And..."
He gave the britt another room key, seeing his mom coming running, wanting to get out in time for this reunion.
"You bunk with me."

. . . .
Thomas gave this soft smile that could melt anyone's heart, and Dylan sent him off.
"Okay, go... She's waiting"

He walked away, hearing Thomas's mom collapse into him. He heard the cries and the tears. Dylan knew this was all worth it, and he'd done the Right Thing. If this huge coincidence was possible, finding another cure was possible.
Maybe just a laxative. Maybe to slow the disease. I don't know, things seemed that way. Smart people and scientists basically dwelled in the north compound.

Sure, the weird disease had the curability of 4%, but that 4% was still something. He knew things where okay, everything was okay. All the people here, at least.

It'd be worth it
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Dylan quickly walked over to the animal compound, seeing his newly clean dog wagging its beautiful golden tail, snuffing at the door. He heard the workers talking, and grabbed his dog. His dog.

It felt nice to call something his, and only his. His dog. His...

Yeah, he liked that. He really fuckin did. Now, it didn't matter what Thomas was doing, because Dylan was on his way with his golden dog, to his bunk and to chill. On his comfy bed, where he's safe away from the world. Just to wait there on his bed, playing with his dog and thinking.

One thing was clear, he'd never let ANYTHING hurt this damn soul. The dog he was rubbing the side of, would stay safe. It was his, and he knew that.

Yet, these two or three days were really something else.

he needed to think.
about what? Nothing in particular. Just Things. Stuff. Yeah.
That stuff.

He'd think about Thomas, maybe a bit of Thomas's mom, definitely his new found dog, maybe a bit about Harriet, and a lot about bunking with Thomas.

I mean, what would he bunk like? Sure, he spent a few years basically best friends with the guy, but things change.

All of those sleepovers and camp nights could have all just been one phase for all Dylan knew.

Does that happen?

Is how you sleep just a phase?

Well, anyways...

Maybe Thomas had changed, and if he had, Dylan would be okay. He would be okay with the new acquires. He had to, anyway.
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Dylan for sure heard the door open, and couldn't bring himself to look at Thomas. Nothing bad, he was just too entranced in his ration he was preparing for himself. He had the beans preparing in the no heat ration, and he was gingerly holding it as the golden dog tried biting at the heating pad.

He could hear Thomas's sugary laughter, walking over to the metallic counter to investigate, smiling at Dylan though Dylan couldn't see it.

Thomas took the piece of air sucked bread from Dylan's hand, and ate it himself, just wanting to tease the brunette.

And yes, it worked. He managed a laugh, and a quiet "how'd it go?"

Clearly talking about Thomas's mom.

Wich
..

Thomas simpered, from ear to ear. Somehow, his smile got broader, and he put the hard bread down, letting Dylan put some peanut butter from a package on it.
"She's a crazy lady."

"Yeah..."

Dylan wanted to be happy, and he wanted to desperately tell Thomas that he was happy for him. But, his mom was just so sweet. And he remembered he didn't have anyone like her in his life, anyone that is willing to stay anyways. He believed he was being such a selfish prat, so he inhaled. A big deep breath, like Thomas, had said to do to let things go long ago and wore this immense, beautiful, fake smile. He turned to the britt and said
"That's great. I bet she really missed you."
He sounded interested. Wich he was. He sounded enthusiastic, which he looked, and he looked happy. Wich, he wanted to be.

Thomas seemed to like this reply and broke into a grin of his own
"I know! And, so did i. She went back for our china plates. Plates!"

He scoffed like it was the most unbelievable thing, but he had also had this enamoured look. It was a sight.

"Plates? Seriously?"

"Yeah!"

Dylan chuckled, shaking his head, and continuing with the ration
"She sure is mad."

. . .

Thomas went on to talk about what he and his mum had caught up on, Dylan intently listening. Nodding here and there, giving responses and little giggles Thomas wanted to hear more of.

He went on to talk about how his mom grabbed the plates, and how his mom thought to plant carrots. It was surely entertaining, and Dylan found himself actually getting into the conversation, laughing more.

Thomas just had that effect, the effect of having Dylan brainlessly follow his words.