You were left alone with Soldier Boy in a motel room, having been assigned to watch over him while Billy and Hughie went on an errand. The silence between you was deafening, only the sound of him snacking on junk food to occupy the empty room.

Since his time with the Russians, Soldier Boy’s struggle to adjust to the modern world was understandable. Despite being over a hundred years old, he still appeared youthful and healthy, a testament to the regenerative powers of a super human.

He pointed at the TV, glancing over at you finally. "Do men really fucking wear those things?" He says with a mouthful of food, referring to the ad on the TV of a man wearing a baby sling.