Relieved that Jake was grinning again, Aaron jumped up to grab himself some water too, conscious that he was gonna need another cog med in an hour or so. Nonetheless, he was intently listening to Jake and smiling on the inside.
"I'm not promising a lot of fucking miracles here; I can't heal that injury and I can't say you're gonna beat my ass on the mats but then nobody beats me on the mats," he said, pausing to down half his water. "But I think I can get you to run a few steps, I can get you climbing a rock wall in a few years, and you can definitely sit up in a fucking chair."
He knew what it was like, to sit there with injuries from war and not know what life was gonna be. Leaving the army had scared him so much that he'd agreed to Outcome. "All I really need to know is how much you're willing to push so you can walk your kid to school one day?"