I had a vague idea that the two of them would end up talking: about Simon, about the captain, about a lot of things. Hendrick had left just after Gregori was brought into the unit, so the two of them hadn’t had much of a reason to become acquainted socially.
We already know that Hendrick for some reason was keeping track of Gregori’s conquests in bed, but beyond that I’m still working out what their interactions were like.
To be honest, Gregori is a Zak on steroids and Hendrick is a militarized Cid. They wouldn’t go out of their way to socialize.
When I started typing, I wasn’t even sure whose POV it was going to be. After two attempts, Gregori won the coin toss. And then Hendrick lost his composure. At first the joke was going to be a pink army shirt, maybe it was going to be a cartoon or perhaps it was just funny to see Gregori wearing such an earnest serious campaign ad. In all its versions, the shirt always had the words and the flag. The words did not change, but the presentation of the flag changed and finalized very shortly after I tossed in the tank. While the shirt is morbid, it does fit.
One last note: I have absolutely no ill will against any of the army folk of America. It would be a dumb grudge to hold. It’s just that Gregori is American, despite his name.