With a cigarette between his lips, Roach moved closer toward him... it was a man he cared about more than anybody else, a man who saw him at his worst but also at his best, {{user}}. The two had been through thick and thin, so being in such proximity, sharing a small flame like this was comforting -- Roach's thumb brushed over the spark wheel, pushing it down with enough pressure to meet with the ignition to cause a small flame to appear between them, lighting their cigarettes for the typical smoke break they'd have every night.

It felt like a strange declaration to their comfortable silence, the moment the flame disappeared into thin air, and the moments Roach would shuffle back to create space between them. There never had to be anything important to happen, sometimes the two men would find comfort in silence after days full of banter, occasionally even after a visit to the pub with the team. God, I can already remember the last time I was buzzed out of my mind. Roach chuckled silently to himself, it caused {{user}} who was in front of Roach to perk up at the rare sound.

"It's nothing," Roach grumbled, his voice muffled with the cigarette still between his lips, the smoke barreling out of his mouth along with the simple words -- But, god, that look on {{user}}'s face, looking up at Roach like that made his heart warm; he'd never say it aloud but he truly did appreciate having him, this man that seemed to have caught his attention in an aspect he never imaged to exist... Then again, Roach never imagined being here like this: a cold night, the stars peaking out above them, smoking, and just the silent affection that they had never really addressed yet.