[The last thing he wants is a repeat of last time, but it's hard to know what to say. The best he can do, for a moment, is buy himself some time with a sigh and a gulp of beer.]

It's not a problem. I really get it, man. I mean, I know I don't look it, but... I've spent a lot of time around soldiers, of a sort. Fighting for a place that isn't even yours... it messes with you something bad. It's isolating.

[He doesn't know this guy's story, but by the look of him, it's a long, unpleasant one. All Greg knows about this stuff comes from a distinctly outsider perspective, and the two of them side by side must make an impressive display of opposites. It's not hard to see where he could rub this guy wrong.]

All that's to say... I'd like to avoid burning any bridges too quickly, you know?

[Greg is tired. He's frustrated. He's scared. And most of all, he's lonely. This guy next to him is obviously not the place to go looking for comfort, but all Greg needs right now is human contact that doesn't make him feel like complete garbage.]