Reynauld sighed, taking off his helmet as he finally let his guard down on their improvised camping site.
It had been a long day, and his companions almost immediately fell asleep after a small meal and an attempt at lifting their spirits.
All but one.
Reynaul carefully approached Dismas, who retreated to one of the darker corners of the room.
"Bugger off. I'm in no mood for your speeches." The other man said when being approached. He'd been like this for a few fights now. After something…. Snapping inside of him, making him lose all will to press on.
"Perhaps… some prayer might….?" Reynauld tried, sitting down next to his friend.
"Oh fuck off!" Dismas almost yelled. "You know damn well it's too late for empty platitudes."
Reynauld couldn't help but look a little taken aback, as Dismas instantly regretted his snipe.
"I'm sorry, I'm just… I don't think words can save me at this point." He looked away.
Reynauld simply inched closer, before gently taking Dismas' shoulders and pulling him closer.
"What are you…?" Dismas tried, but the fact he didn't fight being held told enough.
"No words then." Reynauld said.
He started humming.
Dismas knew the tune. From the church. From Junia trying to lift spirits.
Never heard it in a deep baritone though, reverberating through his head as he leaned against the other man's chest.
He gradually felt the tension leave, as he let himself just… be for a moment.
Soon enough, Reynauld could hear soft snores, as he continued to hold the other man through the night.