Well, that doesn't make him feel much better. Grayson can't see Grif's face, but he can still probably feel the stare. He wants to ask, really he does, but part of him feels like he wouldn't want to know the answer. It has to be either disgusting, horrifying, or some weird kinky shit, and Grif isn't sure he's got enough mental energy to stomach the truth with everything else going on.
So he'll leave it, for now.
"--Uh." He takes a second or two to fully check back in to the conversation, then shakes his head. "What? No, the UNSC." Grif doesn't realise the acronym has a completely different meaning in his own time, but hey, it's sort of the same thing. Right?? The final question gets a quick laugh out of Grif, as well. "Evacuation wasn't really part of the plan, but," he shrugs again, dangling his mysterious vehicle keys for Grayson to see. "Maybe?"
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Well, that doesn't make him feel much better. Grayson can't see Grif's face, but he can still probably feel the stare. He wants to ask, really he does, but part of him feels like he wouldn't want to know the answer. It has to be either disgusting, horrifying, or some weird kinky shit, and Grif isn't sure he's got enough mental energy to stomach the truth with everything else going on.
So he'll leave it, for now.
"--Uh." He takes a second or two to fully check back in to the conversation, then shakes his head. "What? No, the UNSC." Grif doesn't realise the acronym has a completely different meaning in his own time, but hey, it's sort of the same thing. Right?? The final question gets a quick laugh out of Grif, as well. "Evacuation wasn't really part of the plan, but," he shrugs again, dangling his mysterious vehicle keys for Grayson to see. "Maybe?"