[In that case, I don't know why we haven't been going out more. You said there were places where they could let you eat as much as you want. We should be going there. You can eat anything, I have weight to put on.]

He doesn't feel like he wants to talk about that too much, but he feels like he's self-conscious, still, of his scars and his wounds out in public like this.

[At her joke, he has to squint to follow, but he thinks he understands, leaning forward the briefest space to kiss her in between words.]

Maybe if it was in Spanish, I'd know sooner, but I understand. Doesn't that sort of thing get you in trouble? It did back home, and that was a different time, even.