Page five. Five panels. Hal averts his eyes, frowning. "How can you say that?", he asks, "I nearly got you killed." He touches the edge of his glasses with his ring and middle finger to fix them, saying, "shouldn't have been there in the first place... What good am I to you in the field if I can't defend myself?" He smiles humorlessly, slowly turning his face down. "We should find you a better match after all. I'm not cut out for this." He begins to tear up, starting to say, "Maybe Philanth--" A hand reaches for his face before he finishes the thought.
Page six. Three panels. David holds him by his left shoulder, simply calling his name, "Hal", with an intense, serious expression. He squeezes Hal's shoulder. A tear falls down Hal's face, and David dries it with his thumb.
Page seven. Two panels. David leans back, sighing as he eases his expression. He's holding his cigarette with his other hand. Hal says, "right," and removes his glasses to wipe his face with his sleeve. He raises his head and smiles at David, saying, "together". David responds, "damn right", smiling right back.
Last page. The page reads "For Serendipity3301, by spillingdown". There is one last drawing as an epilogue of sorts. Hal lies on a bench, wearing a t-shirt and a towel around his shoulders. He struggles to raise a metal bar with no weights attached, huffing while his arms shake. David spots him, arms crossed, smoking again, and says, "let's work on your self defense, though. Give me 10 more." End.
and then they were married for 5000 years idk (2/2)
ao3 link: archiveofourown.org/collections/MGSX_2026/wo...
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