It's Movie Night in the mess. He's always asking me to come, and now I know why. It was never about the movies, it was all in getting me in a dark room to try what he's doing now. After all the years I know he's been screwing up the courage to approach me, he couldn't have picked a better place. I feel like a teenager as he yawns and stretches his arm around my shoulders. I reward him by leaning into the embrace. I can't remember what the movie is called, and I don't think either of us will see the end. Tomorrow, he'll go back to being my best friend, and I'll go back to being his captain, but, if only for tonight, we'll be lovers.
