Hood completely ignored him.

"He's going to get nowhere doing that..." Donnay murmured, glancing at Armistead, "I can tell."

...

Reginald, who had been watching the scene with bemusement, finally spoke up. "Doctor, I don't think that irritating people is theraputic."

Armistead glanced over at Hood and nodded. "Sam doesn't appear to be in a very good mood today."

-----

Hood continued staring at the ceiling.

"I don't blame him. Lyle's just like that...Annoying. But he means the best." Cullen shrugged, "He thinks keeping him company is going to do something."

"I doubt that it will. All it's going to do is annoying him even more," Armistead remarked as Hood didn't even move an inch.

"Oh, we all know that." Donnay grinned as he watched his colleague, "He's wasting his time.."

Armistead nodded. It was clear that Hood was in a rotten mood, although he didn't blame the man. He'd be in a bad mood if he was in the other generals shoes as well. It didn't look like Hood would be using that arm for much of anything.

Cullen sighed, shook his head. "I feel sorry for the fellow. Hood, that is."

..

Reginald turned to Curtis. "I'm going to be disgracing you with my presence now."

"I do too," Armistead replied.

-----

Curtis shrugged. "You don't bother me."

He sighed. "He seems a good man, from what I've gotten to know of him."

...

"Hm." She sat on the corner of the bed.

"He's a good soldier," Armistead said.

-----

"It's true." Curtis smirked, starting to get used to her personality a little bit.

"A good soldier. But there is more to a man than how he fights, one must realize."

...

"Hm." She turned her back to him and drew her knees up to her chest, giving her the appearance of a cat on a post.

Armistead nodded. "Of course."

------

Curtis watched her.

"And one does not always have both qualities, I have seen many times."

..

Reginald turned her head and glared. "Do you have a problem or something?"

"Yes, I know," Armistead said, "But it is still possible to have both..." He thought of Hancock, a soldier and at the same time the best friend he had ever known.

----

"No, I don't," Curtis said, "Do you?"

"Oh, most definetely. I have known wonderful men that have made superb leaders as well."

...

"No. and even if I did have a problem, which I don't, it wouldn't be your business to care.", she snapped, eyes still narrowed.

"So have I," Armistead said softly.

----

Curtis shook his head and stared at her. "You," he said, "Are impossible sometimes. Do you realize that??"

He nodded. "You miss him, don't you?"

....

"Do you realize that you are the single most irritating person I've ever met?" She still hadn't turned around, just called over her shoulder.

Armistead looked surprised that he'd read his thoughts for a moment but then he nodded. "More then you can even imagine."

------

"And do you realize that you are the worst tempered person I've ever met?" Curtis shot back.

He nodded silently, dug out a date from his pocket. "Want one? They won't kill you, I promise."

...

"Well then." She snorted. "Good for you!"

"Alright." Armistead took the date. "Thank you."

---

"What do you mean?" Curtis asked, "Good for you?"

"No problem. They're not half bad, if I do say so myself."

..

"Good for you."

Armistead nodded. "You're right about that. They are good."

-----

Curtis shrugged but didn't say anything.

"Glad you think so." Donnay shrugged.

..

Reginald sat in silence.

"I do." Armistead lapsed into silence.

-----

Curtis didn't say anything.

Cullen scratched the back of his neck. "Do you have family?"

...

Reginald got up, leaning back against the wall and glancing out the window. "Getting dark."

"A son," Armistead said, "The rest are dead."

-----

Curtis nodded. "I can see that."

"I...I'm sorry about that, sir." Donnay's expression softened.

...

"Hm." She folded her arms and stared out at the camp. there was a very small chance she would be sleeping at all tonight, a very small chance.

"There's nothing anyone can do about it," Armistead said.

-----

Curtis didn't say anything, just watched her like ususal. He liked watching people.

He nodded. "You do anything as a hobby, sir?"

...

She glanced over at one of the other beds; shadows from the wall had partially covered her form by now. The soldier looked up at her and she turned her head, chewing on a blade of grass.

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