"Bones? Bones?" The blanket was already covering his eyes but Guy covered the rest of his face with both hands.
"Don't tell me people are digging us up."
The hands dropped and he abruptly sat upright.
"How can people - what, does that mean somewhere down the line someone's going to dig up a tar pit and find my -"
He broke off because he didn't want to drag the conversation down, even though it was getting pretty miserable for him. (Not Mindy or Hawkeye's fault, it was the culture shock, it was inevitable, and at least he was getting it from friendly faces. Could've been worse.)
Slumping back down on the blankets, he turned over and swept the whole blanket over his head, nestling down in it so that he was just a lump, only his mouth showing.
"All because of numbers. Enough numbers pass on by and it's magically not a grave anymore, it's something to prod at because they're curious. I mean, how would they feel if someone dug up their grandma's grave?"
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"Don't tell me people are digging us up."
The hands dropped and he abruptly sat upright.
"How can people - what, does that mean somewhere down the line someone's going to dig up a tar pit and find my -"
He broke off because he didn't want to drag the conversation down, even though it was getting pretty miserable for him. (Not Mindy or Hawkeye's fault, it was the culture shock, it was inevitable, and at least he was getting it from friendly faces. Could've been worse.)
Slumping back down on the blankets, he turned over and swept the whole blanket over his head, nestling down in it so that he was just a lump, only his mouth showing.
"All because of numbers. Enough numbers pass on by and it's magically not a grave anymore, it's something to prod at because they're curious. I mean, how would they feel if someone dug up their grandma's grave?"