[It's the hand along his calf, beneath the cuffed leg of the overalls, warm and solid and real, that let's Koby do it, let's him breathe out, loosen his shoulders, come back to the moment. It says you're here, not there, it can't touch you ever again.

He reaches for the other mug, leans across Quentin’s lap as he does, then sits back, wrapping both hands around the warmth.] I was a prisoner on a pirate ship for two years. When I first went to sea, after leaving the home. That's -- when that all happened.

[A breath, in, hold, out. Focusing on the warmth, of the mug, of Quentin’s hand.] And then I was rescued and I joined the Marines. [An end on it, over and done with, let it lie, let it die.]