[ Tucker, who probably heard about that w/r/t bearing heavy loads at some point and then managed to immediately forget it, files said info away for later examination.

It explains... some things about Caboose.

The back half actually pulls a short, sharp laugh out of him. ]

Oh, Church was totally an asshole. We were friends so I got that front and center.

Like, he wouldn't let anyone else use the sniper rifle even though he couldn't aim for shit. He'd eat all the good snacks and drink right out of the carton. He'd talk about how annoying we all were all the time, but then if something happened to you he'd get all worked up about it. Total dick. He'd argue about anything. He put together the plans we used to try to get stuff done, only he never figured out how to account for the fact that stuff he didn't plan could happen, so it always went off the rails.

And he was always trying to get me to give him piggyback rides "for science"! Dude, just admit you don't wanna walk somewhere. It's more respectable.

[ It is, as it turns out, possible to say all of that with measures of both petulance and genuine fondness. Church was always Church, Alpha or Epsilon or whatever, as far as Tucker is concerned, but there was kind of... a different vibe from one brand to the next. ]

He was the best at making big speeches and getting us all to work together, though. Kinda sucked when we got reassigned.