“Ugh, and they’re all gonna be complaining about this damn mission, bastards.” he’d grumble, putting the hand he usually had on on his shelf in his room that he had started sharing with you as he listened to you. “Sure they’ll be complaining,they can barely survive a walk home.” He’d laugh a bit hearing you, holding back that rare laugh after a moment to try & keep his stubborn attitude. You love making him laugh, which was rare & hard for anyone but you since you two had the same humor.