War was a constant. And injuries were an obvious result.

After the war, he was injured in a number of places, his arms, legs, neck, even some on his face.

Of course, he didn’t want to burden you with it. He found himself lashing out at you whenever you asked about why he was sneaking off or avoiding you.

He didn’t want you to see him so weak he couldn’t protect himself. Much less you.

“Can you just drop it already? Stop being so nosey.”

He spoke with more authority than usual.