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Doc Roe liked the quiet. There were moments when the noise became too much for him. When the shouts for a medic and the cries of a dying man under his hands became too much. He relishes the quiet moments. The moments when all he can hear is the breeze rustling leaves or the scurrying of small animals through grass. In these moments the weight of being a medic in war lessons just slightly and he's able to breathe just a bit easier.
Roe was sitting against a tree, a bit away from where most of the men were. He was looking up into the sky trying to make out stars, but most were obscured by the clouds, when he heard a rustle behind him. He didn't need to turn around to know who it was. Roe could feel those hazel eyes tracking him when he broke off from the main group, away from the noise, walking into the woods for a moment of silence.
Ronald Speirs was a man that knew how valuable the quiet could be.
Speirs walked up to Roe and took a seat next to him against the tree with their shoulders just barely touching. Roe looked up at him and caught Speirs eyes staring into his own with an intensity behind them, as though he was trying to convey a message to Roe.
I'm here for you, his eyes said.
Roe reached out to Speirs hand and held on to it, giving it a light squeeze.
I know.
That simple gesture was all either of them needed.