It's that, a shitton of good luck that I don't buy, or this is an elaborate post-mortem hallucination and I'm still bleeding out slow as fuck in my armor.

[ He can't trust this. He can't- he wants to, he needs to but it's not- it doesn't fit the bend his life took since he joined the military. ]

Um, yeah? I take a well paying job, find someone that needs my skillset that happens to be stupid hot and has gone through shit I can relate to, that helps me with my issues while I help him with his, gives me a goddamn mission in life again, that I work together well with, that covers my blind side, humors my bullshit, yanks me back from being an idiot- and is kinky as fuck in all the right ways? You even have green eyes, man! It's like someone took a wet dream from when I was in basic and dropped you in my lap.