Logically, the right and moral thing to say was that he was in the army, and that getting out would be harder than just walking out the front door. Particularly when he was in a dinner meeting that next night with the damn rulers of the free world just that next night as he sighed and snuggled more. "Good," he said softly. He was starting to question if escape was most important than medical school, but would not say it allowed as he began to doze off fully, almost dead to the world as he drifted off to a safe dream world.