He raised his glass to her. "I try." Which was definitely part of the problem, his chosen coping mechanism. But there was little else he could do. Until he decided if he was going to reenlist, he couldn't seek any sort of professional help. For all the help a professional desk-jockey could be, all things considered.
He licked his lips and turned his attention back to his drink, looking at the bottom of his glass through what remained of the amber liquid inside. He couldn't meet her eyes. She was right, that he needed sleep, and he was ashamed that he wasn't getting it.
He was ashamed of all the backward movement he'd made since they'd parted ways. He knew he disappointing her. But he felt like he was stuck behind enemy lines again and he had no one to turn to.
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Date: 2013-10-09 05:25 am (UTC)He licked his lips and turned his attention back to his drink, looking at the bottom of his glass through what remained of the amber liquid inside. He couldn't meet her eyes. She was right, that he needed sleep, and he was ashamed that he wasn't getting it.
He was ashamed of all the backward movement he'd made since they'd parted ways. He knew he disappointing her. But he felt like he was stuck behind enemy lines again and he had no one to turn to.