[That laugh. Kaz was actually laughing now. It felt so damn good to hear him actually laugh for real and not sob or become wracked with anger. How long had it been since he'd heard his comrade laugh? Too long.]

We were both younger back then. I could tell that we were more than friends, Kaz. The way we looked at each other and did things that other guys didn't. The lovebox. The sunset "liasons" by the beach. That was a sign that we cared for one another outside of the sandbox of war.

[Boss couldn't help but hitch back a small sob of his own. Fuck. He couldn't help his actions, as he wrapped two strong arms around his friend, no, his previous lover, and held onto him. Was this real?]

Dammit, Kaz. Fuck it all.