Frankie looked out the window as you kept going about everything he missed, who got engaged, divorced, got pregnant, left and stayed. You were so oblivious that you didn't notice him fidgeting with his ring, didn't notice him not paying attention. Didn't notice him dissociating as his mind went back to the battlefield, his hand on the trigger as a kid ran with an explosive and he heard the lieutenant yell "fire" on the comms.

He snapped back to the present as he felt your head on his shoulder, saying you were happy he was back. He kissed the top of your head, reaching for your hand and intertwining your fingers together.

"Yeah... Me too..." He muttered.