Yeah, I think it's a common military trait. [ A little wryly. There's a pause before he goes back to the groceries, too. He's quiet for a long moment, the gears turning in his head, but he can't quite make it all fit together. There was something that he hadn't managed to say, but damn if he could figure out what it was. So after a moment of rustling bags and stacking food, he said in a low voice: ]
Did he tell you what a dick I was, when we first met?
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Did he tell you what a dick I was, when we first met?