"Yeah? I don't really think about it anymore." Changing the external details was a chore he was used to doing that it had just become routine, like everything else in his life.
"Wow. This is a lot. Thanks."
Initially he felt a little uncomfortable, but as he started eating he felt a little more relaxed. For someone he was supposed to know for practically all his life, he didn't spend nearly enough time with her to actually get to know her.
"I was in the army for a while. Got an offer a few years back to work in the Delta Force, and I took it up." It was doing him a lot of good, actually. He might still be haunted by the faces of the dead and relive moments no sane mind would want to revisit but at least he wasn't on the front lines or under constant stress, both from his superiors and from people shooting at him all the time.
Not that he'd talk about it with her. It wasn't appropriate dinner conversation, and she already felt guilty and burdened enough by him.