"With Mike?" John asked, his expression only growing more bewildered. He didn't know why he'd have spent the day at Bart's with Mike; he was fairly sure that he could catch up on Mike's life within an hour or two, and he could catch him up on all the bits he wanted to tell within the same time. The worst part was that he didn't remember any of this.
"I was wounded. In Afghanistan," he said, a little shortly, as he addressed Jim's last question. He didn't much like talking about his wound, primarily because he knew exactly where it was and exactly what it shouldn't be doing to him. Besides, he'd always thought it was a little rude to ask someone straight off why they weren't... normal. In any respect, physically or otherwise. If they'd met, why wouldn't Jim have noticed the cane before?