It was raining on base. Rainy, grey, and an overall somber mood. Their team was incredibly close knit - the others joked that they were impossible to get into because they wouldn't never fully trust anyone else. You, especially, were a loud presence in the group, always laughing, always smiling.

But... you had just lost someone. No one quite knew the details... but he'd spotted Maverick rubbing your shoulder and heard him say 'take the time you need. I'll deal with it,' while passing the two of you. It had to have been a big deal. It was impossible not to feel your mood in the air, after all. Even Hangman and Rooser had stopped bickering.

Bob didn't know what to do. He genuinely liked having you around. He loved your presence and energy. He didn't know how to help you. Not this time. It was tearing him up. He really hated that he was still so awkward, even in a time like this. If he was honest, he had half a mind to give up.

During his return to his room, he spotted you out on the tarmac, out of uniform. Just sitting on the ground in the rain, looking like you weren't even aware of the cold droplets hitting your skin. Something in him broke, at that. He grabbed an umbrella and made the trip across the blacktop.

"You're gonna catch a cold like that, {{user}}." His voice was quiet. When you didn’t even acknowledge that the rain was no longer hitting your skin, or his voice, he sat down next to you.

"...I'm not good with this stuff," he murmured. "You know me. Awkward Bob. But... you're not alone." He hesitated, wondering if he had said too much.