Ten months. In Vietnam. She hears the words, and she squeezes his hand in return, her free hand moving so she can be holding his with both. It breaks her heart, how he moves, the way he clutches to the dog tags, but she just stays silent, letting him process this as best as he can.

“I’m so sorry, Klaus.” The words are said quietly, pained for him. Never in a million years did she think that when he had disappeared, he had ended up in a war that happened decades ago. That he had been gone for ten months, that he had been put through so much and all because he didn’t want to lead the psychos back to Five or the family. It makes her stomach turn.

Keeping one hand in his, she wraps her other arm around his shoulders. She knows damn well she can’t spare him of this pain, she can’t take it away for him, but she wants him to know that she’s here. It’s too late, but she’s here, anyway. Whoever this was, it had been someone special based on how he’s acting, and Allison finds herself mourning someone she has never even met.

“What was his name?”