There's a hell of a fic about those days living in the efficiency, yeah. A line in one of the books I've got about Marines talks about how, in peace, their work gets characterized as standing outside US embassies and guarding nuclear submarines. And. Yeah.

Hornblower with his commission unsure. The wee little efficiency rented out by the two-week term. Scrupulously clean with an electric stove, a surprising amount of real food in the fridge. Hornblower watching Bush shave in the bathrooms, in the morning, with the door open.

The only problem is that to ensure proper LtH alignment, it'd have to be HH moving in with Bush for a while. *ponders*