It was barely past 3am when Ferdinand finally got back to their shared tent.
He was oil stained and tired looking, but he seemed... different. Like he was clearly hiding something that was making him panic a bit, and that something was clearly under his overalls, because he was cradling his chest like he'd injured it somehow, even though he was clearly fine. Cradling his chest, and sneaking around.
He just... hoped Nico was there. Was home. Since Nico had kick...