“Look, let me take you back to my place, at least have something to eat and get someone to look you over. Then I’ll drive you back here and you can go on your way.” Logan wasn’t sure why it mattered so much to see this man taken care of, but it did. There was something about the soldier which resonated in his soul, a familiar emotional neglect which Hana’s daily presence erased.
The man studied him for a moment and weighed him up, the olive skin and dark hair reminding him of a group who taunted and hassled him a few days back. They were drunk and he defended himself, leaving all but one of them requiring hospital treatment. This man seemed different, able to handle himself; but with no desire to prove it. The soldier looked down at his combat pants which were ripped at the knees after mo
