Good. Leah's gaze drifts back to the bathroom door, solemn and tired. It's better to handle these things themselves. No one else would care. No one else will ever look after them like Pope does and it's been proven time and time again. She'll have to arrange STD testing, Leah realizes sadly. Take Carver and Pope to a free clinic, out of uniform. At least neither of them can get pregnant.
God, what a mess.
She takes a shaky breath. Exhales. "I knew I could count on you, Wash."
She always can.
"We'll take care of them both. Don't coddle Pope, he doesn't want it." He might need it, but he won't accept it, not from the men. He barely accepts anything from her. "But...be gentle with Carver. He needs time."
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Date: 2024-06-21 01:03 am (UTC)God, what a mess.
She takes a shaky breath. Exhales. "I knew I could count on you, Wash."
She always can.
"We'll take care of them both. Don't coddle Pope, he doesn't want it." He might need it, but he won't accept it, not from the men. He barely accepts anything from her. "But...be gentle with Carver. He needs time."