( the last time he lived with people, he'd been in the military, shoved into too small barracks and listening to the sounds of war at night. he can sometimes still hear those sounds in his dreams but it feels far, far away.

a hazy memory.

now, he's here, fairly settled in this place with a boring job and a boring life that he doesn't mind. it's been a long time since he's seen boring.

he wants to be boring.

the sun's gone down and he's been standing near an open window, a bottle open on the sill. there's a glass that he's drinking from, trying to get some kind of buzz.

when he hears someone come into the room behind him, he holds up the glass as an invitation. )

Feel like a drink?