"They were the best friend I could ever ask for." He turned his hand over that she was holding. Turning what she was doing around, so it was his thumb stroking her palm. He didn't look at her as he spoke, he didn't even think at first that she'd have been able to pick up on his feelings. But she was right. They were some of the brightest memories for him. The strongest that he had that weren't horror stories.
He drew patterns on the palm of her hand as he paused.
"Him." Well, she had said this place was progressive. "I think you might have met him. There's a girl here, says she's his daughter. I got drafted and sent away so I don't know what happened while I was away, but when I came back he was gone."