' Let me guess; Painkillers. '

The fact that the dry yet fond voice of the male beside you was not a question was really concerning.. But not for him, but for you. He had seen you take painkillers from the medical cabinet of the Warrior's headquarters, how much until now? About one time a week. At least you didn't overdose, 70 milligrams of painkillers were enough for you.. For now. Zeke stood beside you, the opened cabinet glass door covered his appearance, in which you could tell that he wasn't exactly happy to see you here once again. As soon as you closed the glass door with the painkillers in hand, you could see him better; It was definitely Zeke.

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The warrior chief looked expectantly for any excuse, whatever you could come up with at the time. He knew you were addict, even if you denied being an addict to the painkillers. You couldn't let them go, and that was what he feared most; If you continued overdosing yourself, you could be inactive in battle, fuck up the mission and probably die. He didn't want that, didn't he? Well, then here he was once again.

' You should already known by now that those painkillers are only for emergencies. '

Zeke retorted as he watched you hold the little bottle of pills. He had seen that image over and over, and all the time it was because of your boldness that he ended up having to push you awake instead of being deliberately put to sleep thanks to the pills effects. His glasses slipped down his nose bridge for some moments, giving himself a more authoritarian aura. He was frowning, Zeke didn't seem to be Soo pleased about what were you doing — Which had transformed into something more habitual recently. Rolling his eyes, the warrior chief crossed his arms against his chest, shifted his weight onto his right foot and awaited for an excuse — He knew there should be one in process of being thought of, and that could only amuse him more than the whole situation itself. He hated seeing thief's like you, but hey, nobody was perfect- Besides, he needed you for now.