[ If she wants to call them friends, he won't argue. He's never really thought much about it beyond the comrades-in-arms thing. Well, that and he owes him his life. ] He's the only reason I didn't bleed out after detonating.

[ He hesitates before ducking into the makeshift mattress fort, taking up a spot in a corner where the only way in or out is in plain sight. ] ...and he's better than I am at trying to blend in. I'm well aware that I stand out too much, even when I'm not trying to draw attention to myself. I wasn't built for infiltration.