He's a criminal, you can't fix him — Your mother always told you since she knew you were falling in love with a man like Thomas, she never agreed and she never will but every time you saw him and had minimal contact with him everything was different —

It was just another night, where he took refuge in you, no one knew him like you did, hiding his head in your neck and hugging you perhaps sleeping the little he could without worries or horrible thoughts since the war