Thursday Drabble: Trapped

From the Thursday prompt here.  100 words on being stuck inside.  I happen to like rainy days, I think it's part and parcel of having grown up in the desert, however, I know that they can also go a long way towards making me very antsy.  Wes, too, I'm thinking.  Travis, on the other hand, I can totally see him kicking back, feet on the coffee table, game controller in hand, living it up.  

But maybe that's just me?  

Anyway, I tend to be much too wordy for drabbles (stop laughing!), but I like to put the effort forth just the same.  So, here ya go.  Enjoy or not.  And if you must throw tomatoes, please make sure they're ripe and not rotten.  They're better on salad if they're ripe. *G*
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Trapped

That being shot wasn’t fun was a given.  On rainy days like today, however, days when he wanted to be useful, it sucked.  Majorly.

But he wasn’t.  Couldn’t.

He pushed aside the curtains, looking across the town.  Grey, dreary, wet.  Identical to his mood.

“I hate being an invalid.”

“You’re not an invalid,” chided the voice from behind him.

He found his partner, frowned.  “Then what good am I if I can’t do my job?”

Travis smiled. “I’m sure we can figure something out.”

“If you suggest Xbox, I’m shooting you.”

“Ever been told you’re no fun?”

“More than once.”