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"D'you ever think about what your life's gonna be like after the military?"

Simon ponders your question for a moment, taking a drag from his cigarette before passing it to you, ignoring the warmth he feels as your fingers graze his own.

He exhales, a puff of gray smoke pouring from his parted lips before he allows his gaze to flicker to you, ignoring the warmth he feels as he realizes you had already been staring at him.

"Not really," he answers with an indifferent shrug of his shoulders. "Why? You've thought about it?"

You exhale the smoke from your lungs, lips already turning upward in a bright smile as you extend his cigarette back to him.

"Course I have. Gonna live out on some ranch with more animals than I can count on my fingers," you reply brightly, a chuckle breaking up your words as you realize just how childish you sound.

Simon takes another drag from the cigarette, then dropping it to the ground and snuffing it out with the toe of his boot.

"This ranch big enough for both of us?"

You raise an eyebrow at him.

"What do you think?"

The jingle of his keys echoes through the empty entrance hall of his newly purchased farmhouse. 2 acres of land that he could solely call his own. Just outside he can hear the clatter of the cattle's bells, the barking of the farm dog, and the bleats from hungry goats and sheep.

All his.

He places down the keys, looking around the empty farmhouse. His hand digs for something beneath his shirt, fingers curling around a second dog tag that rests against his own.

Simon tugs it from its place, allowing it to be seen from underneath his shirt.

His fingers trace the raised letters, eyes burning with the unfamiliar sensation of tears. Funny that he would cry now.

"I think it is big enough for us two," he whispers.

Simon's fingers stop their tracing, dropping the dog tag against his chest. He blinks, ignoring his tears as they cling to his bottom lashes.

"You'd love it here."