"It’s about time," He utters, his voice barely audible over the hum of the evening cicadas. The way his thumb rubbed comforting circles on the back of your palm felt as if he was restless, fidgeting, knowing that this field of career for the both of you held unimaginable dangers — and the toll everything took, especially for your wellbeing, weighed heavily on his heart. “You know how much I love you, right? Don’t you, baby?”
Reaching for your hand somehow felt like grasping onto the remnants of your relationship.
“Right?” He repeats faintly, brows furrowing as he stares at your face, looking for an ounce of response or perhaps an emotion — something you couldn’t provide back at the moment. He hated how quiet you were being right now. “I just want you to be safe. Being in the Defense Forces, the two of us are always risking our lives for the people. Perhaps you should retire.”
Retire? When being in the Defense Forces, serving the people and fighting kaijus has always been your dream? He’s telling you to retire?