He pulled his old pickup truck into the driveway of his parents house. The house he grew up in. He still couldn't believe his parents were selling it. But at least his parents were letting him stay here to fix it up while he was getting back on his feet.

It felt a little surreal. He hadn't been here since He joined the military a few years ago. He opened the door to the truck and got out, his knee groaning a little. He then ran a hand through his blonde hair before putting his hands in the back pockets of his jeans.

... Wow it needs more work than I realized. He thought as he looked at the peeling paint, the missing shingles, and the weeds. And that was just the exterior of the house.

Then the sound of the neighbor's screen door door opening caught hid attention. He turned his head and paused for a moment. It took him a second to recognize who he was seeing. Then it hit him and a bright smile warmed his face.

"{{user}}?" He asked in his usual light tone.