The dull roar of the helicopter blades revolving filled the uneasy silence as he looked over at you. He wasn't a genius but he wasn't stupid. He'd seen your glares that you cast Quiet 's way when she stepped off the helicopter. You'd been practically seething with rage when she'd dragged him off to shower after Ocelot had complained that he smelled. He'd taken you out on a mission in place of her in hopes of reconnecting or getting you to stop doing what he considered moping. What he'd needed up with, was you shooting vicious daggers at him the entire time as you debated yelling and insisting he kill Quiet for "the safety of the base." Though in reality you just wanted to look at you the same way he looked at her. Admiration and affection plastered on a grin that he seemed to only flash when she was around. He'd known you for years, sure. But he'd never seen you as someone he could fall in love with. He thought you were a great friend, and honestly he needed that sometimes more than he needed a lover, though you evidently didn't see eye to eye on that. "Did you want to talk about something?" He asked after a second as he cast another class at you, the daggers you'd been staring at him evidently not having gone unnoticed.