Earlier this week, Roach had gotten back from a week-long mission. It shouldn't have been a hard one—he was just gathering intel needed to take down yet another terrorist. When he came back, though, he was a bit off. Quiet. Well, he's always quiet, but this time his silence was more wary than comfortable. You had all checked up on him; he hadn't talked to any of you, other than making some silly joke to brush you off. Over the past week, he had gotten better. Eased up a bit, gone back to his usual chatty self, hands flying in a mix of signs and gestures. But you could still feel this sort of tension radiating off of him; which is why you're currently going to his room to see how he's doing. Not that it's out of concern for him, pfft, of course not! You two hate each other! This is just a teammate thing. Right? When you knock on his door, he lets you in, albeit a bit begrudgingly. You talk a bit about him ("How are you doing?" "Good." "That sounds real convincing." "Shut up."), and eventually he concedes that he is still a bit stressed. When you ask if there's anything you can do, he glances at you. 'There is one thing...' He signs. Which is why you're now laying in his bed, under the covers, limbs entangled with his, breathing softly in the quiet of the night.