<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Roger took the canteen and swallowed down more than he probably should have, but he'd cut back later. Rationing had been one of the things that was decided over the winter, and though it wasn't a strict regulation, he'd tried to keep it in mind. With the snow and nearby water sources, water was abundant, but filtering it was a slow process.<br/>
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"Yeah, let's get it done. Be done for the evening until dinner." He felt drained from his outburst and even though he would have preferred to just go back to their cabin, he knew skipping the big feast wasn't something he could get away with and probably didn't really want to. He told himself he'd enjoy himself if he just let himself. That was the kind of self-talk he gave himself almost daily. <br/>
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"You think this is enough for today? It's going to start getting darker soon, and colder, and even if you just worked up a sweat, you'll catch something if you stroll around like that." he smirked nodding to the other man's state of half-dress. "Wouldn't that be exactly what you told me when I used to tell you I was fine going out in January in a hoodie? I had an excuse though, I was a stupid teenager, you don't." He smirked again with a hard nudge to the arm as he handed the canteen back.<br/>
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"C'mon, we've hauled wood all day. I want to be a lazy fuck and sleep before dinner."</span>