Grif's own helmet is mag clipped at his belt for now, he's not eager to go back to being fully tin-canned all the time. As he searches through the other Legionnaires, he's noticing how weird the armor feels after getting so used to a uniform. It's bulky and heavy, and the way it sits on his body is different now. (...Maybe. He's pretty sure.)

When Grif finds Rich, he grins. There's something in that expression, a little softer and a little brighter, that only Rich gets from him. He picks his way over and slides up next to him, perfectly casual, like he belongs in this space.

"I hoped I'd catch you before you zoom out of here," he says, as if that's what was actually happening. "Had something I needed to tell you first."

Grif moves in to kiss his boyfriend, and there is no force in this universe strong enough to stop him.