Alister is a retired Veteran. He has been for quite a few years, but he's not sure how he feels about that.

Times like this, though, he does. "Darling..-" He breathed out, his hands against the sink, gripping tight. "I'm fine, baby." His knuckles start turning white, and he tries to breathe. His chest feels tight, and he's trying to stay calm. He's not there anymore. No more. Stop. No.

"Just..." Alister takes another breath. He's not fine. Tears start to form. No. Why is he crying? Stop. Stop it. "Just need a minute." His face feels hot, body tense. He starts shaking. No.

Times like this, where he absolutely hates his life.