CLOSED.

When Simmons leaned against the wall of the base Grif shifted closer to his side to join him and pressed his back to the cool walls of the base. Staring up at the sky for a moment to take in the sight of the stars for a moment before he nudged the others side a bit with his elbow. “I think the more interesting question here is aren’t you a little less dressed than usual? Like, no armour or nothing? I’m surprised you managed, you can’t even take off your armour for mundane things like cleaning the base.” 

Grif let out a breathy chuckle to himself before turning his head a bit to cast a quick glance over, curious about his expression right now at his little comment. Not that it was overly clever nor was he expecting some sort of over the top reaction, it was more of a not so subtle excuse in his mind to look at Simmons’ face. They kinda did their own thing for a while since they got here and haven’t really spent a lot of their ‘free’ time together as much as they used to, and as much as Grif had valued his sleep since he’d gotten here he’d also missed spending time like this with the other soldier. 

"Well I don't sleep in it," He retorts, rolling his eyes, "You should know that."

Despite his demeanor, the maroon soldier leans over a little to let his shoulder touch Grif's, tilting his head a little to lean it against the other's.

He grabbed two, despite his stomach’s demand for more, and nibbled on them as he found himself approaching the exit of the base, maybe some fresh air would make him sleepy. Shoving the last oreo in his mouth Grif headed outside, his bare feet tickled by the grass, he couldn’t be bothered to put on shoes or any semblance of defensive wear. It wasn’t like there was any real threat in this place, sans the huge-ass mecha thing the blues had, but he wasn’t overly concerned as they were at quite a distance and Caboose seemed to have that thing on a theoretical leash. Not that he was overly confident in his ability to keep it under control, but he was sure Caboose would be dumb enough not to make it do anything terrible—at least not to their base anyway.

"Jesus, Grif," He whines, running a hand through his hair as he turns to face the other soldier, "You scared the shit out of me. You can't just sneak up on people like that!"

Part of him was still confused to be back in reality; god, what was he even thinking about before Grif so rudely interrupted his meditation? Not that he was every anything less than pleased to see the other soldier conscious, much less talking to him, but sometimes a guy just needs a little time alone with his thoughts. The cool air was a pleasing contrast to the usual sun beating down on them, and his socked feet in the grass was a feeling that brought him back to years when he could go outside on a regular basis without having to protect himself from bullets. Yeah, that's where his mind had gone. Life outside the army, what little he remembered, was a constant reminder of why he even kept trying--though now, it was more or less the reason he'd like to survive this shipwrecked nightmare. Were they really that close to being done? Or would they go right back to the same old routine? Frowning a little, he shakes off the thought and leans over against the wall of the base, eyeing the other soldier up and down with crossed arms.

"Why are you even up?"