Unhappy Spy is a dangerous Spy.

[not_onyourside]

I do not like zhis place anymore. Take me back to zhe ozzer one. Zhat was better. Everyone here ees cranky and irritable.

And zhey keep secrets from me. No one keeps secrets from me.

No one.

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[hasstandards]

[Engineer thanks Spy politely for the help, eyeing the mini-sentry in the crate curiously before packing away the dispenser.

Engineer informs him that in the time Spy was gathering up the metal, Sniper managed to stumble from the respawn to his camper, climbing into the back rather than the front. While he doesn't make any assumptions about whatever is going on between Spy and Sniper, he figures one would want to know if the other wasn't acting right.]

[not_onyourside]

[He leaves the pieces of the RED dispenser with Engineer before taking his mini-sentry and tucking it under his arm. He nods at the details of where Sniper went, looking more concerned than he probably should, and not helping to change Engie's opinion of what's going on.

With the senry sitting outside on the bumper Spy politely knocks on the back of the camper.]

[hasstandards]

[Sniper doesn't answer the door, though there is some nearly incomprehensible grumbling from inside directed Spy's way.]

[not_onyourside]

Eef you do not open zhis door I am going to break eet down.

[hasstandards]

[His grumbling changes to something coherent as he realizes who is paying him a visit. It sounds like he says Spy can come in, but he might be calling him an undone pin. Whichever.]

[not_onyourside]

[He rolls his eyes, unsure what all that mumbling was about, and tries the door.]

Eef you are going to sleep een zhe parking lot of zhe field, you should at least lock your door. Zhe BLU Spy ees probably watching.

[He closes the door behind him.]

[hasstandards]

[Sniper shushes Spy the second he comes in, not moving from his position on the bed. All the shades are shut; his hat is crumpled over his face, blocking out the rest of the light. His own voice is quiet when he speaks, but it's still too loud for him at that moment.]

What? What do you want?

[not_onyourside]

[He recognizes the signs of someone with a severe hangover, though he didn't think Sniper had drunk that much. He does him the courtesy of lowering his voice to a whisper.]

I came to make sure you are alright. Where are zhe keys? I am going to drive you back to zhe base.

[hasstandards]

I can drive. I just need a few minutes. My head is pounding.

[not_onyourside]

So lay down and I will drive you. Zhen you do not need a few minutes.

[hasstandards]

[Sniper clearly thinks about the offer. He fumbles around for that pill bottle, hat still over his face.]

They're in my vest, on the chair.

[not_onyourside]

Très bon.

[He fishes them out, watching Sniper.]

You should try sleeping wezzout zhose.

[hasstandards]

I don't think I can at the moment. I can't even think straight. My aim was piss poor today because of it.

[not_onyourside]

I zhink you are tired enough zhat you could. You may sleep better wezzout all zhat een you. Do you even know what ees een zhose?

[hasstandards]

[He finally gets the cap off, the clicking the capsules in the bottle like bullets hitting his temples.]

I hardly sleep at all without 'em. I just need to knock myself out for a few hours. Sleep off this headache.

[not_onyourside]

Zhat ees unhealthy.

[Says the man who smokes seven packs of cigarettes a day. But he takes the keys and jumps down from the back of the camper, going to the cab and driving them back to the normal spot the camper is normally parked in. He very slowly and carefully parks in the exact same spot as before so as not to disturb the tiny patch of flowers.]

[hasstandards]

[RED still isn't asleep by the time they reach the base again, his head throbbing harder than ever. He blames the ride over, though Spy drove far more carefully than he ever would have in his own car- every bump accentuated the pangs coursing through his head.]

[not_onyourside]

[He comes back into the back of the camper, tucking the keys back where he found them.]

Get some rest. I will bring you some breakfast een zhe morning.

[hasstandards]

Right.

[He starts to say something, decides against it, then reconsiders as his head pounds again.]

I need a drink.

[not_onyourside]

What would you like?

[Helpful Spy is eager to be helpful.]

[hasstandards]

Just water.

[He's crushing his hat over his face further and starting to do that thing where he kind of curls up like an armadillo attempting to protect itself.]

[not_onyourside]

[He nods, dashing off to the base. He returns with a canteen, a clean blanket and a box of crackers. He drapes the blanket over the curled up Sniper, tucking the canteen and the crackers by his side so he didn't have to move much to get them.]

You will feel much better een zhe morning.

[hasstandards]

[He sits up just enough to drink, downing half the canteen in one go before curling up again.]

Right. Thanks, mate.

[not_onyourside]

As you would say, No worries.

[He grinned before turning to leave.]

And do not take more zhan one of zhose pills. I am not going to hold your hair while you are ill.

[hasstandards]

I only took one. Promise.