[ The weight of it all made his shoulders slump a little towards his glass, as if the gravity on him was separate to the rest of the station. He didn't look up at Bobbie, instead just fiddling with the empty glass, the ring on his finger glinting with light whenever he turned his hand.

God damn it.

He wasn't sure he wanted to talk about it, but at the same time, he needed to. He couldn't talk to Amos about it - the guy loved to be flippant as all hell about his marriage anyway. Naomi was out, he could hear the disapproving sighs from here. Prax - Prax didn't need to know what a failure of a father he was.

So, there was Bobbie, who he both knew and didn't know, even though she knew him. Knew things about him, about his life, that he didn't even know yet.

He let out a hard breath. ]

They thought I was dead. When we got picked up by the Donnager, they scanned our IDs and I got pinged as Martian Navy. Discharged, but Navy all the same. So I was on the roster, when it blew.

[He shoved his glass around with his fingers, scraping it against the bar.]

... Never called home. Figured - they hadn't seen me in five years. Thought it might be a mercy, just thinkin' I was dead. And with everythin' going on, there was a pretty high chance I'd end up that way anyway.