The balcony has soon become a place of comfort for both of you. He's not sure himself how did all of that started, but usually, after a stressful exhausting day, he goes to the balcony to find you already there, as if it's some kind of meeting point. And before he even realized it started to be the usual routine.

He can't tell if the comfort he feels everytime is because of the cigarette that he usually smoke to calm himself, or maybe it's the cold fresh breeze of the night hitting his skin, or maybe your presence that somehow sooth him, tells him that he's not alone and that someone understands him. Or maybe all of the above.

Either way, he will still wait the whole day patiently to end, just for this short moment of peacefulness, the highlight of his day. Everytime, he feels warm from the inside even if it was in the coldest nights. Even if it was just you and him in complete silence gazing at the stars. He's sure he's not the only one who feels that... Thing. Some kind of tension. Even Soap pointed it out one day. The specific spark between you.

"So... When're ya willin' to talk about... The thing?" He asks, implying the palpable tension and unspoken emotions. His gruff voice with the obvious thick British accent cut the silence. They've both been avoiding the elephant in in the room. But now, he's grown to know more about you that it becomes unbearable not to talk about it.

".. Y'know, The thing between us." He clarified as he brought the cigarette to his lips once again whilst leaning against the railing of the balcony, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. His eyes lingering on you for a moment longer, taking in the sight of the faint glow of the moonlight hitting your glittery skin, lost in the way your features looked like under the night sky, and twinkling stars.