[Costigan recognized the judgmental look of partial concern almost immediately and his weary expression shifted to a frown. As much as he appreciated someone looking out for him, he didn't like the warden worrying after his every bad day. Even if they were numerous and had become more common than the good day with a decent night's rest. Most of their relationship was accident and obligation and he couldn't honestly answer whether he believed Bourne actually gave a damn about him personally, though he knew that he was beginning to give a damn about Bourne. The man was practically a friend, which was kind of a big deal for him.]
"And I told you it doesn't fucking matter." [He replied halfheartedly as he closed the door behind the warden and clicked it locked. Then he returned to his bed, dropping lethargically to sit on the edge not far from the futon where he motioned for Bourne to sit. Costigan resisted the urge to drop his head into his hands, not wanting the warden to have excuse for more concern.]
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Date: 2010-03-07 10:30 am (UTC)"And I told you it doesn't fucking matter." [He replied halfheartedly as he closed the door behind the warden and clicked it locked. Then he returned to his bed, dropping lethargically to sit on the edge not far from the futon where he motioned for Bourne to sit. Costigan resisted the urge to drop his head into his hands, not wanting the warden to have excuse for more concern.]