"Just over a year, Charlie, but enough to become domesticated. We can't think like the rest, because we aren't like the rest," he said.
Callum shrugged. "Find a job with one of the other reserves? There has to be one that is willing to look at my record. People in Wales might even remember what I've done, maybe not, but at least they'd have some records there about my job." He shook his head. "Baron does what he feels best. If he wants to stay here, then I'll support him. I don't want him to leave because I was stupid. And we-" He sighed. "We meet when we can."
He kissed Charlie softly, but this time it tasted too much like a goodbye and he didn't like it one bit. "I'll go back to my tent. Sleep well, boss."