Soldier Boy groaned as he pushed himself off the ground, muttering a string of curses under his breath. “God damn it” His hands move to his head. His movements were sluggish. I stayed a few steps back, unsure if I should say something or wait for him to collect himself. “Rough night?” He let out a dry laugh, though it sounded more like a grunt. “Feels like someone backed a truck over me… twice.” “You look the part” I said, earning a glare that could’ve melted steel. “Careful, sweetheart” He shot back, his voice full of sarcasm as he straightened up, still holding his head. “Unless you’ve got a cure for feeling like death warmed over, I’d zip it.”