[Unnecessary was one way to put it. It'd not been the first time Snake had heard it and he really doubted it was going to be the last. While he was slowly getting accustomed to the concept of Young Ocelot, he couldn't exactly forget the past either. He couldn't forget everything he'd witnessed, or the number of times he'd gone up against the formidable opponent.

Maybe that was why his trunks suddenly felt tighter.

Snake tried to look unamused. Did a good job of it, too. Not that he often looked anything other than utterly unamused. Smiles were like a precious mineral. They had to be mined and Snake was all out of smiles and fucks to give. Evidently.]

...Even I want to get away from everything sometimes.

[As he replayed those words, he thought they sounded pretty stupid coming from him. If anything, Snake only ever wanted to get away. From his past. From the odd little nightmares that haunted him. From the reality that as a soldier, he'd questioned just how good a guy he really was. But no matter what he might have been thinking, he imagined it wasn't exactly easy to read.

So instead he motioned to his shorts. There wasn't really anything special about them at all. Not quite the same shade of his sneaking suit, but some type of medium grey. A pixle pixel-like design that was too small to notice unless someone had his face right in his crotch. They were some pretty average shorts.]

Uh... yeah. They're... some... kind of polyester blend. Or something.

[He didn't know diddly about swimming trunks.]