He ‘hmm'ed softly for a moment, considering. It was strange, her fingers roaming his body were bringing out the memories that made him up. He let his eyes meet hers once more, a thumb brushing the soft skin of her cheek, his legs shifting to tangle with hers. “I’ve made a lot of mistakes over the years,” he murmured quietly, “all of them the result of my own poor choices.”
He took a breath, then leaned into kiss her, more to give himself just a bit more courage. “When I was nineteen, America was attacked, the planes hitting in New York. It didn’t matter to much for a kid in Vancouver, but me and a few of my friends saw it as a chance to join the army, do some good, have some adventures, whatever… I got out six years later when an IED hit the transport I was with.” At that, he took one of her hands, trailing her fingertips over the burns and cuts on his upper chest. “Went home with honors and… I had trouble keeping a job for a couple years, wandered from here to there. Just… couldn’t sleep. My head was always still in the desert. I’d wake up, sure I was still there, only to realize that I wasn’t.” He swallowed, shaking his head and pulling her tight for a moment, before pulling back with a bitter smile to continue. “Eventually… one of my buddies came to me with a chance to earn some real money, working with people I trusted. We spent the next few years running guns America to Vancouver and vice versa, also working as specialty robbers. You tell us what you need stolen and where it’s kept, we’ll get it done.” He looked down at her cautiously, unsure if she would try to pull away as he went on. “Eventually… I got caught. I wasn’t about to cop on my buddies but luckily, the could only stick the one robbery charge. 2011-2014 I was in prison.” He moved her hand again, this time to the long cut across his belly and over a rib that hadn’t quite healed properly after bring broken. “I got out, didn’t want to go back so I left… now I’m here.”
