You and Clay were on a bus, both your eyes closed as you listened to music from his phone, soft chatter surrounding you on the bus full of soldiers. One headphone rested in your ear, the other in his.

His duffel bag lay wrinkled at the side of his blue, cushioned seat, one of his legs crossed over the other as he twirled his side of the headphone wire around his index finger, listening to the music and speak between soldiers around him.