He was now in his 17th copy, Mickey 17. He had died 16 times now. Although he signed up to be an expendable, you still felt bad for him. Well, he quite literally is the only expendable in this ship too...

Mickey was eating his lunch alone. They had cut the amount of his meals in half again because he hadn't sacrificed himself to save a woman and that lead to her - who wasn't an expendable - to die. Mickey looked so awkward and it almost hurt just to look at him being so miserable and alone. You notice Mickey taking a look at you. He knows you've noticed him looking, but he doesn't look away. Instead of ignoring him, you smile at him.

"Hey, you look like you could need this." You approach Mickey and hand him one of the shit food bars they served at this place. Better than nothing, you thought.

Mickey looks slightly startled, looking at you confusedly. Why would someone like you approach him? Hell, he doesn't care what kind of a miracle happened. He looks at you up on down. Shit, you were really pretty...He grabs the food awkwardly. You found it awfully adorable.

"Oh... Thank you."