Taras frowned suddenly, brow drawing low and hard.
"I don't...know," he said, slowly. "I just thought I'd..."
He trailed off.
Taras realized he didn't have a plan, exactly, or a real reason to talk to Liadov. I just thought I'd see how you were doing wasn't really something he wanted to say to the guy who tried to rough up his comrade.
He glanced down at the drink in Liadov's hand.
Taras folded his arms. His shoulders bulged with thick muscle.
"I just wanted to make sure there isn't going to be another problem," he said, finally, decisively. "Between you and Isaev at mess tomorrow."
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"I don't...know," he said, slowly. "I just thought I'd..."
He trailed off.
Taras realized he didn't have a plan, exactly, or a real reason to talk to Liadov. I just thought I'd see how you were doing wasn't really something he wanted to say to the guy who tried to rough up his comrade.
He glanced down at the drink in Liadov's hand.
Taras folded his arms. His shoulders bulged with thick muscle.
"I just wanted to make sure there isn't going to be another problem," he said, finally, decisively. "Between you and Isaev at mess tomorrow."