"Could maybe make that happen, then." He leans in and ghosts his lips across the scarred side of Neil's face, cheekbone to jaw. Almost casual. "God, that'd be so weird, though. I don't even know when I last wore one."

He's not a soldier anymore. Not for a long time. Every now and then it really hits him. The field had been the end of it, one way or another.

That's not so bad.