"I don't know. I'll help if I'm needed, but passing time in normal ways doesn't seem too bad. I mean, I went off to war voluntarily, but I didn't plan to stay there forever." He'd wanted a job. A family. Normal guy things that had seemed out of reach once he'd woken in the twenty-first century.
"I mean, before the war, 'strange' was a girl who'd come along to double date because she wanted to see me, and not because my best friend had fed her some lie about how great I was."
The smile was lopsided. "Or finding someone who'd buy something I'd drawn. I've had a lot of practice with 'normal.'"