Dustin knows this is from Noah. He knows. He knows. It doesn't stop him from looking around to see if maybe this is meant for Eli or Wallace or anyone else. It's not every day that costumes end up on his doorstep.
He should ward his team, he thinks, as he carefully refolds the coat and sets it gently back in its box. This isn't a movie set. Exploration isn't the time for play-acting, isn't a game. It's serious, life or death, and it deserves to be treated as such. He can't encourage something like this; it wouldn't be appropriate. Wouldn't be right.
His hand drifts over one of the bright gold buttons and he rubs at it absently with his thumb. The coat is actually sort of... incredible; how much had Noah paid for this? Too much, he's sure, for something so ridiculous — and then as soon as he thinks it, he wonders why he expected anything less.
The little story thing Noah included makes him sound dashing, brave, and it shames him to know how transparent he must be in his longing. Maybe this is the reminder he needed to keep his egotism in check. No, he really should make it clear to his team that this isn't, can't, be in the cards for him.
But —he touches the button again— that can probably wait until tomorrow, can't it? Dustin slips the box under his bed.
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Date: 2018-10-06 06:15 am (UTC)He should ward his team, he thinks, as he carefully refolds the coat and sets it gently back in its box. This isn't a movie set. Exploration isn't the time for play-acting, isn't a game. It's serious, life or death, and it deserves to be treated as such. He can't encourage something like this; it wouldn't be appropriate. Wouldn't be right.
His hand drifts over one of the bright gold buttons and he rubs at it absently with his thumb. The coat is actually sort of... incredible; how much had Noah paid for this? Too much, he's sure, for something so ridiculous — and then as soon as he thinks it, he wonders why he expected anything less.
The little story thing Noah included makes him sound dashing, brave, and it shames him to know how transparent he must be in his longing. Maybe this is the reminder he needed to keep his egotism in check. No, he really should make it clear to his team that this isn't, can't, be in the cards for him.
But —he touches the button again— that can probably wait until tomorrow, can't it? Dustin slips the box under his bed.