A flash of hurt crosses Mia's face, but is gone just as quickly. Listen, Cul. It's not like you're the first one we've seen come home from a war and need more space. We're here. And we'll expect you tomorrow night, to eat with the family.
He's not the first. He's not the first. He doesn't have to explain it from nothing, with no hope of being understood, much less believed.
Throat tight, he pulls his sister close, and doesn't say anything at all.
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A flash of hurt crosses Mia's face, but is gone just as quickly. Listen, Cul. It's not like you're the first one we've seen come home from a war and need more space. We're here. And we'll expect you tomorrow night, to eat with the family.
He's not the first. He's not the first. He doesn't have to explain it from nothing, with no hope of being understood, much less believed.
Throat tight, he pulls his sister close, and doesn't say anything at all.