<em>Crash with Spencer, Ghost, Danica, Ingrid, and now Leo</em><br/><br/>The pat on his back came down and he looked to see who it was.  The hand belong to Leo.  Crash gave a stern nod to Leo and a tip of his beer.  He felt an ease when taking around Leo.  With them being brothers already, Crash knew he could count on Leo to give it to him straight.  "Semper Fi" It was always a good thing to have another Marine around.<br/><br/>As Leo went on to Danica, Crash turned his attention back to his beer and Spencer and Ghost.  It didn't bother Crash to be more quiet they the rest of the gang.  He wasn't sure if it had something to do with his injuries.  He just woke up afterwards and felt like just talking less.  If needed he would carry on a conversation but that didn't happen often.  He'd never look annoyed.  It was easy for him to let others vent or just talk.<br/><br/>Crash glanced over at Ghost's beer.  Without a word, Crash rose and proceed to take his empty to the bin and retrieve three cold ones.  Once more the bottle opener sprung to life and three caps were in the trash in seconds.  He took the beers, placed on each in front of Ghost and Leo.  It was easier to apologize then ask.  He'd always take the initiative.  It doesn't matter if he did volunteer for that mission that left him partially broken.  His ass returned to his seat as he sipped on his second beer.<br/><br/>