"No, dad, but a vast majority of them pointed a gun at me at some point, and the rest aren't married to my son. So at least we can keep the family peace around a dinner table." Ty barked back sharply, his jaw tightening as he stood with his hands on his hips.

"You don't particularly dislike him." He went on, laughing at the absurdity of such a statement. "Dad...." His said, his tone changing. It was as if he was back in the Navy, staring down an Army Infantry man who'd tried to do something smart....only for it to end up being extremely stupid. "At this point, I'm pretty sure the only thing you can call it is dislike. Because it doesn't matter what Ollie does. You'll bitch and moan about it. You've done since the start. You know....back when he did, at least, try." Not a lot, not like Hadyn. But back then they'd been on leave, and the war had been going full swing.

"I'm done." He said after a short pause. "After this....I'm done. I didn't spend nine years fighting a war to come home to this. I don't have the patience for it not any more. I don't know what he ever did to make you so...doesn't even matter, because I'm not going to deal with it."