"Well I don't know, but at least I haven't given up already," he mutters grumpily. "I'm damn well going to try, anyway."

There's a rustle amid the cushions as it shifts around, but ultimately doesn't come any closer. The hand cups the back of Fives' calf and strokes up and down.

"I'm a soldier too, you know," he adds, so softly that it could almost be a thought like Fives'. "No matter what's been done to me. I remember what it means to love the men beside you."

He thinks he remembers, anyway.