Whereas Kurt had never been a big fan of sweets and preferred crunchy or salty and savory snacks. Once they'd fetched their food, he and Matt wandered over to sit across from Mendez who was still slowly puffing away at his cigar.

When they'd been children, Mendez had been a fierce and merciless trainer who meted out verbal abuse and occasionally a swift kick in the ass. Normally, this was what a drill instructor was expected to do but they'd been six year old children. It had been strange to be reunited with the man only to himself on a more equal footing with the man who'd made their childhood hell. More than that, Kurt had technically outranked the Chief but thankfully for the both of them, he'd never harbored any resentment towards the man.

After all...he'd taught them how to survive and crafted them into the best soldiers humanity had ever seen. And over the years, a friendship had grown between them and he offered the older man a warm smile as he sat down. "Evening, Chief."

"Kurt," he squinted at Matt for a moment as though taking in his black eye and bruised status. "Bite off more than you can chew, Matt?"