Hobbes let a breath out slowly, but it felt like it went on for a long time, until he was light headed from it, letting his shoulders slump into Mike's hand. He could believe it. A part of him always does.

"Against better judgment and a lot of advice to the contrary," he muttered. He reached up, dragging the dogtags out of the collar of Mike's shirt.

"I said it was stupid," he muttered quietly, letting his hand slip over Mike's collar, flattening on his shoulder.