"Honestly? Dumb shit. He'd had a shit week and I hadn't helped- I kinda popped up here after a mission from hell for him and he couldn't really, you know. Handle seeing me. Cue me being like 'lemme help you buddy' like I do because I"m trying to be better than I was back in the project, him politely trying to get me to fuck off, me ignoring, and then we get an intervention from the motherfucking Master Chief. Chief says give him a week, so, I give him a week. Or." He sighs, shrugs, scrubbing at his bad eye. "I try to give him a week. Like a day later I run into him in the mess at breakfast and snag a grapefruit while trying to bail quietly."

Needless to say, it didn't go well.

"He's from after both of us so- shit kinda got. Ugly. I mean. We leave him. You're getting your sister and I've got my head up my ass trying to talk Carolina into leaving with me instead of looking for him, so. He's got a right to be pissed about that shit. Anyway- I asked if there was anything important I oughta know, if everyone knew about my being dead since it seemed like the Chief knew and I didn't wanna deal with everyone knowing." So much for that. "We argue, he says some shit, I say some shit, I flip a table, he grinds a grapefruit into my good eye- we get hauled apart by the Chief. Again. And sent to the boss' office."