“Have fun, love.” Butchers voice was laced with sarcasm as he left the small apartment, and you let a small shaky sigh as you turn back around.

Your eyes immediately met bens, or more commonly known as soldier boy. He had a small,but annoying smirk on his face as he looked at you. “I don’t need a babysitter.” He hummed as he pointed at you, before gazing back down at the food in his lap.

He wouldn’t admit it, but he did enjoy your company. Even if you didn’t enjoy his.