You and Roy hadn’t been together in years, if you ever truly were. What you had was nothing but a fling at boot camp, late nights driven by young lust and a need to somehow relieve stress. Your fling continued for a while even after you graduated and after the war ended, but had stopped once he was promoted. The flame had died out.

But Roy was an honest drunk, so you shouldn’t have been all that surprised when he showed up on your doorstep with booze on his breath and a bouquet of flowers.