He pauses in his fidgeting with the dogtags hanging from his neck and lets go, moving his hand to the one of hers pressed against his chest, resting his on top of hers. Just a small, simple reminder of her realness right now, in this moment.
The curl of his lips is slow and careful, sadder than a real smile ought to look, never traveling high enough to reach his eyes, and he shakes his head at her wrong, but reasonable, assumption. "I'm not... It was 2019 when I left... it's-- complicated, but time travel happened? I was there for ten months. Right on the front lines." His voice is softer talking about this than it ever is any other time he speaks; like if he speaks about it quietly, it might hurt less to do so in the first place.
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The curl of his lips is slow and careful, sadder than a real smile ought to look, never traveling high enough to reach his eyes, and he shakes his head at her wrong, but reasonable, assumption. "I'm not... It was 2019 when I left... it's-- complicated, but time travel happened? I was there for ten months. Right on the front lines." His voice is softer talking about this than it ever is any other time he speaks; like if he speaks about it quietly, it might hurt less to do so in the first place.