[Snake waits until he's relatively certain Ocelot can support himself. He's never imagined that he'd actually help the guy. Even in smaller ways, Snake wonders if the academy's made him turn a little soft. But he considers people like Samus and Eli and realises that there's a difference between minute respect and being soft.
Ocelot's words spur him to settle his right hand about where he's hiding his gun. Oh so that's what he meat by 'packing heat'...]
Only a little bit. [He says with a crooked smile. Well, almost a smile.] Don't worry; I'm sure in a couple days you'll feel like a man again - instead of a race track.
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Ocelot's words spur him to settle his right hand about where he's hiding his gun.
Oh so that's what he meat by 'packing heat'...]Only a little bit. [He says with a crooked smile. Well, almost a smile.] Don't worry; I'm sure in a couple days you'll feel like a man again - instead of a race track.
[Ha. Ha.]