“What better time is there to learn something new?” Crozier hisses, that tightening in his chest from the bandages making the breathing come a little easier. There’s pain with it, the particular ache of jostled things being reset making tears pool at the corners of his eyes. Raju is being careful with him, but those bandages need to be tight.

“Christ knows I’ve never known how to cook,” he admits, bringing his hand to his chest and holding it. The ache makes him want to grind his teeth, but he knows the bandages are doing their job. It will hurt less in the morning. His outlook might be less bitter in the morning too, but he’s less hopeful there. “But survival…you figure things out.”

There’s a slight melancholy look in his friend’s eyes. He doesn’t know what it is exactly about their conversation that makes his smile fade, but it almost certainly has to do with home.

“Fruit would be a nice change of pace though,” he admits. “Tell me what kind.”