"The morning after the battle," he responded still attempting vague answers, "I flew from Belgium. My brother and I were there for the war, he should be drowning in a sea of paperwork at the moment."
He saw a light flash in her eyes as she mentioned her parent's visit but watched as it was replaced with the same confusion again. He hadn't fought in the battle and it felt shameful to admit seeing as the room was full of those that did fight.
He watched her eyes turn soft, like their night at the Astronomy Tower, and it made him want to tell her everything.
"I came here to see you," he admitted, his heart beating faster, "I needed you to be okay."
He could feel his heart beating in his throat and no matter how many times he gulped he couldn't seem to return it back to his heart. He pulled a water glass and pitcher from her bedside table and pour a glass for the two of them before taking a sip hoping it would help.