"Oh my god you will make it," he rolled his eyes a little at you as you repeated over and over what you wanted to say in the job interview. He found it a little funny how it made you insanely nervous, but maybe it was because he himself didn't even remember what it was like to be tested by your (hopefully) future employer and then just wait for the final verdict on whether you were hired or not. He himself had been in the army for so long that he was... maybe a little disconnected from reality on that score.

He leaned over and pressed a light kiss into your hair, immediately getting a distracted reminder that he was going to ruin your hair like that. He ignored your protests and pressed another of his kisses to your head. "You can do this," he said again, as if there was no other option. "Who wouldn't want you as their employee, huh? I'd sure want you." He hummed. "And when you come home, we'll... celebrate together, your hiring. And if, by chance, and I mean really by chance, they happen not to want you - which I highly doubt - we'll celebrate having you home for a few more days.”