You sat in the mess hall filling out a couple forms as you finished up your work. He chattered mindlessly at a rapid fire pace and recounted the details of the mission he last completed. His hands busying themselves by attempting to braid your hair while you worked, you nodded along absentmindedly

"So then Otacon decoded the disc and according to it the Wiseman's Committee's members have all been dead for 100 years." Abruptly he quieted down and rested his head on your shoulder with a huff