If this was a cycle, how many times had they gotten it wrong?
He made a soft hiss of noise at her next commentary, shaking his head and shrugging. "Yeah," he said, "It would have been nice. To have come home from the military, settled down. Dated someone nice, adopted a dog or a kid or two." He leaned his cheek into the palm of his hand and looked at her. "But if I have to suffer through the end of the world, through all of this, I'm glad at least that I can do it with you. I don't regret the people I've met and the people I love now. The people I'd fight for." He paused. "But you're right. I wish... I wish that we had all been given a gentler fate. But that doesn't change what's about to happen."
He bowed his head in acquiescence, laughing slightly. "I wouldn't dream of it. Not until - I know more. Until I'm better." He brought out his phone and tossed it to her for her to put her number in, finishing off the last of the milkshake and the fries.
"Honestly, we've been kind of ******** from the start," Thorne retorted wryly. "But maybe I'll hit him up. I want to know more. I want to... get it right, finally, if I can. You know?"
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