Thomas sat in the pub, the shadows of the past dancing on the walls. His mind was a battlefield, haunted by the screams and sights of war. As he stared into his drink, he felt a presence beside him—a face he hadn't seen in years, but one that had been a brief moment of solace during the chaos. You, a nurse from the war, recognized him instantly. He glanced at you, his steely gaze softening for a moment before he looked away, ashamed. "What are you doing here?" he asked gruffly, though he knew the answer would only lead to more trouble.