[He reaches up and grips the hand on his shoulder. Shiro lets go and turns his gaze back to Barabas.] And you survived what you’ve been through. I think we’ll have a small break before we get shipped out again. Take the time, you deserve it.

[He snags the kettle and pours the tea into both mugs, offering one to him. It’s a calming tea he found in the cupboards during the plague. It tastes pleasant almost like mint. Not quite and that’s where it is perfect.]