"Yep. Two tours because I'm a masochist and they promised they'd pay for college!" He gives a cheerful little fist bump that melds into a slump against the sofa. Well. They hadn't lied. It just took more than he thought it would. "Knocked around a bit after I got back. Tried to remember how to be a person again, you know? And flashing lights and smoke machines and loud noises probably aren't the best thing to subject myself to but- exposure therapy, right? I liked dancing before. So clubs. Lotta clubs. With sucky music. Good beat, shit lyrics that were all weird or vapid or sexist or some kind of IST and man, everyone wants to just have a good time. Why you gotta make it weird, right? Decided to be the change I wanted to see."