"You asked." He wanted to know why I called him a military brat and I told him. Didn't think I went all Dr. Phil on him or anything. I'll have to remind myself to keep my opinions on his personality to myself. He seemed to be pretty touchy about it.
"Occasionally I'll get called to go help somebody or Ash'll have some sort of problem that he'll come bang on my door about in the early hours. Some times I think he just wants to catch me naked. That's why I had to put a dead bolt on my door after he'd open it up when I just had one of those chain locks." And, man, I was talking to much. That's what this stuff did to me.
Once he was in the kitchen I pulled a bag of still soft (don't know how) marshmallows that I had seen in one of the cupboards from behind my back. "I know I sound like a little kid and all but you wanna sit in front of the fire and roast marshmallows?" Grinned up at him and waited for his answer.