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calaan, a little bit of Casey. It's rough. That whole return to writing thing can be a beast!
The lies are a comfort to him, now. It 's easier to live as someone else when you've had to do the things that John Casey has done. He enjoys serving his country. He enjoys the cold calm of life and death, and the endorphin rush when he pulls the trigger.
It's easy to admit it when he doesn't have to face the people who knew him before. Of course those sheep at the Buy More don't understand hard decisions or what it takes to keep them safe from the world, and he's okay with that. They're idiots.
But he can't say the same for Walker. She's a good partner and a good spy, and somehow she manages to still have people on the outside. Friends. He tries not to think about it-it muddies the water of duty with unnecessary emotional ties.
When Chuck invites him for dinner, it's part of his cover to accept. But there are a few moments when he's perilously close to forgetting that spies don't have friends, and he doesn't want any anyway.