“Details? Man, you don’t want to know all that stuff. Shit is boring.” [He sighed, scratched at his chin and picking up his beer again but not drinking, letting the cool condensation drip over his fingers. “Bangladesh, Afghanistan, Portugal. I did a lot of shit but, maybe we can talk about that another time? I’m kinda tapped out— emotionally.”
“Fair enough, no more questions.” [He grinned, leaning against the bar top. He scans up and down the redhead, his smile getting larger and larger. Finally;] “You got chunky, Harp. Need a few weeks in the gym before you spar with me?”
and all of this will never be the same again 