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It's different to the military lifestyle he's used to. He signed up when he was young because when his mom died she left him orphand and penniless, and after a miraculous second puberty he was no longer the skinny, scrawny runt he once had been. He had served his time, earned himself the rank of Captain, and then he had retired. He wasn't just too old for all that, but he was too tired. He knew there was something wrong when the grief he felt when he lost a man was muted and muffled by weariness. He was tired of watching his friends die. So he quit.
And he honestly only got the job at the florists because it's the corner from his apartment, and they need someone to man the shop front. He kinda knows nothing about arranging flowers; he's not even sure how its something you do professionally. But still, he admires a bouquet of red roses, carnations, white lilies and some other flower he doesn't know the name of, and the occasional greenery. He smiles. It is kinda pretty. He turns to Natasha, eyebrows raised.