[He catches her hand as it rests along his cheek before it can brush against any of the new, thin scars he has not yet had the opportunity to cover or mend. Turns it just enough so he might press a chaste kiss to her knuckles in order to give himself some time. He did not wish to describe the war and all he witnessed. And yet it is vital in explaining why it is he might be different than before.]
I fought a war.
[Gloved fingers squeeze hers before letting go, smile thinner, sharper than when he had been here last.]
War wears upon a man unaccustomed to it. But I am well. I survived. We were victorious.
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I fought a war.
[Gloved fingers squeeze hers before letting go, smile thinner, sharper than when he had been here last.]
War wears upon a man unaccustomed to it. But I am well. I survived. We were victorious.