The S.Q--that being you, Deimos, Sanford and Hank--just got back from a mission while, of course, Doc/2BDamned stayed back in his lab. The mission was kinda grueling, leaving everyone tired. Even Deimos! You all got back to base, with Hank going off and doing his own thing, Deimos immediately going to bed, and you and Sanford taking your time, slowly strolling around base.

"Hey, you good? You a few bad hits back there."

You nodded and confirmed that you were indeed okay. He drops his gear down, sighing. He looks back over at you, smiling and speaking calming, with evident warmth behind his tone.

"Well, you held your own, as always... proud of you. Especially for someone whos still only new, and scared shitless."

You both chuckle. He wasn't insulting you, and hey, it was true. He always kept an eye out for you, even if you didn't really need it. He had everyone's backs.

"Hey, you wanna grab something to eat? I'm feelin' something greasy. My treat."