How lucky was he? To have a woman with so much sense. Who knew him better than he knew himself. Quite frequently he thought she'd picked the short end of the stick when it came to him. He wasn't nearly as big a treasure as she was.
Bunny's words helped but still his mind and heart were troubled. He'd been helping to think of a way to break his friend out. This she knew but what she didn't know was something he was worried about regardless. "They might bring in explosions and snipers. It's like a feckin' action movie..." but then he frowned, because it wasn't like a movie at all. This was really happening. This was going to go down. The frown turned to a laugh. How couldn't it. There were zombies and fucking missile launchers. His ass had gotten town up by shrapnel from one.
"I am documenting it as best I can, Bun." his mouth twitched. His injuries had prevented him from being as proactive as he wanted but he was still doing his best to preserve the history. The true history. To hear all sides and not just be blinded by the company he kept. "but I feel aboot as useless as a sock without a foot."
All of this war had also prevented him from having the wedding he wanted to have for her. He couldn't have it now, not with his best man and the officiant with their necks in a noose.