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None of it's been easy. After fucking Terry (because there's no way he's about to use the words 'making love' even if that's kind of what it felt like), after telling her about Nate, mostly, Brad feels tired. He stays in her bed until she's sleeping, absently playing with red hair and then he gets up slowly, stepping into his jeans and pulling on his t-shirt but leaving his boots behind. He'll come back for them.
Barefoot, he pads towards a familiar hut. For a long time, he can't quite cross the path, but then he reminds himself that he's a Recon Marine, possessed of a proud warrior spirit and, more than that, he's had his heart broken more than once and he can fucking live with it. And he's not going to leave this fucked up. He can't leave this fucked up. In the end, he takes a deep breath and calls himself a fucking idiot, and then he finally knocks.
"Nate?"
Barefoot, he pads towards a familiar hut. For a long time, he can't quite cross the path, but then he reminds himself that he's a Recon Marine, possessed of a proud warrior spirit and, more than that, he's had his heart broken more than once and he can fucking live with it. And he's not going to leave this fucked up. He can't leave this fucked up. In the end, he takes a deep breath and calls himself a fucking idiot, and then he finally knocks.
"Nate?"