Remington stiffened at her words. They made him uncomfortable. He stopped walking and rubbed his leg. It was starting to hurt, and thinking about his family just made it worse. He dropped the subject of family and war. Neither was going to help. He'd just end up saying something he didn't want to say.
"Pills," he answered honestly, even if they didn't help a ton. But painkillers were a big part of his life now. And while stationary, he dug through his pocket until he found a bottle. Remington quickly popped two of tablets inside and swallowed them. He didn't need a drink these days. He was taking so many that it would be cumbersome to carry around a bottle of water.