That look. The look on the doctor's face is so familiar. It cuts right though him. He knows that look. It's like the man knows his every tell, every proof that he was dancing around the truth and wasn't at all amused by it. He's never felt so guilty for lying to a person in his life. His body stiffens and he slowly draws himself in so that he's no longer spreading himself out.
"Your right about that. I don't want to be here. I...don't belong here." It feels so strange to say, but he really does feel that. That he doesn't belong on American soil, with no wars to fight. But more than that, he feels like he doesn't belong in this world. This time. Like a man that's been born a century too late.
He takes in a long breath and sighs, frowning. He needs the doctor to sign off. He doesn't think he can handle not being in the fight for very long. "First of all...I'm not crazy. Just so you know. Everyone has problems sleeping now and then. It's normal, right? So, yeah, I haven't been sleeping well. Got used to the sounds of RPGs going off at all hours of the day and night. Sleep like a baby through enemy bombardment, but over here, it's just too quiet. So, I don't sleep." Because in the silence of peace, he can hear those sounds he claims to be able to sleep right through.
He looks down at his hands for a moment before forcing himself to continue. "And yeah, sometimes I dream I'm in the wrong uniform, but dreams are weird. They're just dreams." As he talks, he waves one hand a little in an airy dismissive gesture.
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Date: 2016-10-24 04:14 am (UTC)"Your right about that. I don't want to be here. I...don't belong here." It feels so strange to say, but he really does feel that. That he doesn't belong on American soil, with no wars to fight. But more than that, he feels like he doesn't belong in this world. This time. Like a man that's been born a century too late.
He takes in a long breath and sighs, frowning. He needs the doctor to sign off. He doesn't think he can handle not being in the fight for very long. "First of all...I'm not crazy. Just so you know. Everyone has problems sleeping now and then. It's normal, right? So, yeah, I haven't been sleeping well. Got used to the sounds of RPGs going off at all hours of the day and night. Sleep like a baby through enemy bombardment, but over here, it's just too quiet. So, I don't sleep." Because in the silence of peace, he can hear those sounds he claims to be able to sleep right through.
He looks down at his hands for a moment before forcing himself to continue. "And yeah, sometimes I dream I'm in the wrong uniform, but dreams are weird. They're just dreams." As he talks, he waves one hand a little in an airy dismissive gesture.