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â Jesus Christ, what planet are you from. â A rhetoric question, since he was containing himself while rubbing a hand down his face, snorting. But hey, at least he convinced Logan to agree. â What about Becca, is she really gonna wear a dress or will she show up in a white suit or somethingâ â
    â jupiter if you believe that old kidâs rhyme. â he canât help but give himself a little chuckle for his own joke. to his question, however, he gave a shrug.  â pretty sure sheâll wear a dress. sheâs worn one before so wouldnât be that big of a deal. â
â Youâre right, my bad. Once a soldier, always a soldier. Sorry. â He tilted his head down apologetically. Joel certainly never stopped seeing his best friend as his brother-in-arms. Probably never would. â I canât picture you with a bow tie. Just sayinâ. Some of the guys from our team are gonna be there too, and theyâre gonna be wearing their uniforms. Itâd be weird if you were the only one left out, know what Iâm saying? â
   â iâd get married in my gym gear if my parents didnât lose their mind at the idea. especially my dad. â but he couldnât argue with joelâs logic.  â yeah, i get you. donât wanna be the one left out of the bunch. â
â Dude. You lost a limb for the cause and nearly died. You got a Purple Heart. If anyone deserves to wear that uniform, itâs you. Even if that werenât the case, you finished boot camp top of the class and you were a damn fine soldier. Câmon. Youâd look almost as good as me. â He nudged Loganâs arm in a friendly and brutish sort of way. â If I get to wear it then so do you. â
   for a few moments he didnât say anything. didnât really know what to say. it felt wrong to lament over the accident anymore but it also felt weird to accept it and wear the sacrifice with honor.  â still a damn fine soldier. â he corrected. just because he wasnât as active on the field anymore didnât mean he lost that title.  â but youâre right. itâll be better than a suit anyways. â
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â I donât know, man⌠I think itâd be way neater if we wore our military uniforms instead of suits at your wedding. I mean, I look so damn fine in mine, itâs almost criminal that Iâm not allowed to wear it every day. Except in the field, obviously. Donât wanna get dust and blood spatter on it. Sarge would have my head for it if I dared defile the fine honor robes of the Marines. â
    â i mean, yeah, i see where youâre cominâ from. â he nodded to his friendâs words as he took them in.  â formal tradition and all that. i was debating on it, honestly. i know becca wouldnât mind it but... i dunno. sometimes i just donât feel like i deserve to put it on after all the shit that happened. âÂ
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â Yes, I noticed how overwhelmed with grief you were after that one time we exchanged saliva. â At least now Joel knew for sure he was straight. Obviously he didnât have a problem with people who were queer, it was none of his business who fucked who. He had just been curious about what it was like to kiss a dude and Logan offered. He gave it a go, decided men werenât his thing and moved on. No big deal. â My tacos are divine, so yeah. â
    â ew, donât say it like that. â he even made a face to go with his words.  â whatever, at least youâre not weird about it like half the other guys were in our squad. â when they found out logan was interested in men too, well a few of them got a bit prickly. they took it well enough, until some details got a bit awkward. couldnât tell logan anything nice without adding but i donât mean it like that okay?  â oh god, you already got your head up your ass and i havenât even started eatinâ âem yet. â
â Yeah, yeah, I hear you. Still think you should at least buy a ring. Make that singular romantic gesture just this one time âcause itâs not every day you get engaged, you feel me? â He finished off with the tacos and while waiting, headed to the fridge to get himself a soda, too. To that last comment from Logan, Joel shot him a half-unimpressed, half-offended look. â Excuse me for being straight. â
    â must be boring. â he was only teasing in the end.  â left me heartbroken, yâknow. â not really. they were both drunk. logan laughed it off and never thought about it again, except to mess with joel. he was the kind of guy who could do that.  â câmon, letâs just eat these tacos and stop talkinâ about our love lives for once, yeah? â
Joel rolled back his eyes when his back was turned to Logan. It was true (or so he thought) that the reason he didnât have a girlfriend or an active love life was due to work. Most days he was out in the desert gathering data on possible enemy sympathizers, sniffing out mine fields and going through intense gun fights, each of them bringing the very frightening reminder of his own mortality out into the light. He never knew when the next time he got out there would be the last, and on his off days he just wanted to sleep all the tension and stress off. So no fooling around. â Fine, whatever helps you sleep tonight, darling. â
    â look, i just need you to dig your nose outta my love life âcause weâre not a typical couple like youâre tryinâ to make us, yeah? â he appreciated it, of course, but he was good at the more intimate parts of a relationship. not the romantic parts. heâd put in the effort but their relationship wasnât going to be rom-com worthy. not like his parentsâ or even his brother.  â try not to be too picky and make my job harder, too. anâ donât even say youâre not picky because even i wasnât good enough for you back in the day -- â
Now there was a loaded question. While Joel liked to flirt a lot, he wasnât in the habit of sleeping around often. One time here, one time there, when he was feeling like it or when he really liked whoever he was with. He let out a long thoughtful huff. â Damn, I dunno. Like three years ago? â If he were talking to anyone else, he wouldâve already told them to mind their own business, obviously. But it was Logan and since Joel was being insistent with his love life, he figured he owed the guy some freedom to question him on his own.
     â see? weâre both in thâ same boat then. â  except logan had a good excuse for it. at least, in his head he had a good excuse for it. either way, he was now determined to get his best friend someone to focus on other than him.  â alright, plans for tomorrow then: go buy a ring anâ then weâre gonna find you a girl while you get me that beer you now owe me. â
â You could be our special bait. Or our secretary. That way we wouldnât fight about paper work day in and day out. â He was joking, but if he were to be honest, he missed having Logan around when he was out there in the desert. Wasnât easy getting used to continue working without his best friend. â Maybe you were a ladiesâ man once upon a time, but itâs been what, two years? â
    â i ainât bait. â  he grumbled. honestly, he was a little hurt knowing that he wasnât getting called back in as much as he used to. reckless, everyone would tell him. broken, he would think instead.  â you just donât want me to find someone for you. whenâs thâ last time you had a woman in your bed, huh? â
â Remind me again when was the last time you got deployed, McDaniel. â He gave Logan a very unimpressed look, pausing the knife, then bringing the tomatoes to the space next to the oven. â Pfft, youâre gonna get me a girl? You? Iâd pay to see that happen. â
    â not my fault they donât want me over there. probably âcause iâll just get blown up again. â  he got up from his seat and moved towards the fridge and grabbed the carton of juice.  â then youâd better pay up. mâa fuckinâ ladies man, dude. i can get anyone i want wrapped around my finger. â