He wasn't a soldier, he was a cop and in true cop fashion, when the going got tough, he buried his head into his work. He opened the refrigerator and frowned at whatever food had turned into a hideous science experiment. He tossed it, leaving the refrigerator empty. Even now, those things he had set aside, those thoughts, feelings, and emotions he had run from were crashing back in.
Nick crashed down onto the couch, looking over at the long-dead plant shriveled in the corner before turning on the halo-screen. He quickly flipped past several news channels talking about this war or that senator and landed on sports.
He settled back into the cushion with his feet up on the table, pulling out his phone and scrolling idly.