You've got a mean streak in you, Winters. [ It's just a shame Lew doesn't seem to care at all. He's always been the one to catch the vague roll of his eye or hear the dry timbre of his voice. It excites him, that the mild-mannered young man he met on day one has a bit of firecracker in him. Maybe it's because he's only ever seen people in extremes, those who fall over themselves to get him to like them, or those who wouldn't give a damn if he started to drown. Dick's in between, his friendship is clearly strong ( and Lew's still surprised he managed to win it ) but he's not frightened about giving him shit either.

Lew can give as good as he takes. He's just so glad he doesn't have to be careful. ]

Oh, you don't? [ His eyebrows lift towards his hair line as he falls in beside Dick to the path where the barracks are. He could do with a shower and clean clothes if he's going to do nothing more today. ] It's just so you can watch Sobel go dead behind the eyes, I'm on to you. Like I said, mean streak.