Christmas.

( he repeats that like he's trying to grasp the passage of time, and glances out a window. no, can't be december yet, the house next door always puts up their lights on the first of the year. hyperbole. right, that's a thing that exists and that flora uses sometimes. he lets out his breath in a huff. )

It was always hard to tell on deployment. Hundred and twenty degrees never really felt like the holiday spirit, you know?