"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was supposed to stay completely unresponsive while hearing how the man I was supposed to be marrying in six weeks was killed in action. Yeah, I asked to hear it, and yeah, I fucking knew that it was going to hurt like hell." Though she had lowered her voice to a more civilized level, so as not to concern her neighbors, her tone remained just as furious and filled with venom.
"And if you're gonna tell me to deal with my shit, you God damn well better take your own fucking advice before you dish it out. You went through hell over there. You watched a friend die. I get that. But your entire future didn't die with him. Mine did." Biting down hard on her lower lip, she inhaled deeply, knowing that she would rather chew right through her lip than start crying in front of him again. Part of her wondered why he had bothered to stick around and continue this argument, but it was drowned out by the part that wanted to keep yelling at him, even though his only crime was coming back from Iraq alive when her fiance had not. Sure, there were thousands of others who had as well, but he was one of the few that had been there and the only one currently standing within earshot.