It's a soft, unspoken affection - but it's there. Nobody else gets to see half of what he does, even when they're not naked.

Settling into a quiet comfortable rhythm, it's easy to talk shop - the Apache Murdock's working on, the short deployment looming closer overhead every time Face catches a few spare hours with the colonel - until the last bite is tucked in his belly and he relaxes back against the chair, content to watch Murdock push the remnants of rice around his plate.

"Dare I ask if there's dessert?"