Frederick almost started when Rictor spoke up again. He smiled, lopsided, at the shorter man, pulling an arm around his body and resting the arm holding the cigarette over it. "Your roommate...?" he asked in a teasing tone, but immediately gave Ric an out. "No worries, man. Thanks for the smoke. Say hi to your roommate for me," he added, wagging his eyebrows at the dark haired man.
"And don't worry, I won't hate on soldier boy. Much. Guess a lot of shit went wrong, and God knows I got a mouth on me," he offered, in case Rictor got to talking with their team leader. He liked Rictor well enough, but he didn't know him. In the circles Frederick was used to, backstabbing and gossip were the order of the day. It paid to cover all his bases, in case Ric tattled.
Bullshit. Havok's a dick. I still hate him, said a little, petty voice inside his head. Frederick mentally slapped the voice down and kept his pleasant expression for Rictor's sake.
"I'll see you around. Glad to see you're all better and stuff," he finally said.