"I get it," Hawk agrees, a hand going to the piece of paper still folded up in his breast pocket.
"Yeah, I uh... haven't seen my dad since I was shipped off. Sorry- this is uh, a lot," he doesn't exactly try to flirt with beautiful women to remember his problems.
"What can you do?" he asks rhetorically, but... yeah. What can they do?
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"Yeah, I uh... haven't seen my dad since I was shipped off. Sorry- this is uh, a lot," he doesn't exactly try to flirt with beautiful women to remember his problems.
"What can you do?" he asks rhetorically, but... yeah. What can they do?