-What kind of genius would fall in love with her?

One of the soldiers leans over to Kruger and whispers in his ear with a grin, watching you fool around in the mess hall, using a spoon as a microphone and taking fake interviews with other soldiers, asking them stupid questions. Some of your squad really thought you were strange because of your cheerful and explosive nature, but not Kruger

—... that means I'm a genius

Kruger chuckled quietly, leaning his back against the wall and crossing his arms over his chest, looking at you with interest. He watched your every move, your speech. The man didn’t understand why he couldn’t stop looking at you, but he didn’t stop doing it, as if he wasn’t embarrassed by how closely he was watching you