Catching up on old times (Reita, Tobi)

Tobi sat in a chair with his eyes closed, rubbing his temples. Other than a few cuts and bruises, he'd managed to walk away unharmed, amazingly. He looked at his troops and sighed. They were a mess. Hopefully another attack wouldn't come soon, or they'd be doomed. But right now, war strategies weren't what was on his mind. A certain famaliar face had popped up in the battle. He never thought he'd see Reita again after their encounter in the desert, and yet here he was. Tobi sighed and stood up, leaving the chair for a more injured soldier.

Hearing the scuffle, Tobi walked over to the man. He recognized Reita and sighed. He cleared his throat and raised an eyebrow at the man. "Let go," He demanded, glaring at the man.

Tobi laughed bitterly. "You picked the wrong day to mess with me," He growled. Pulling out his gun, he pointed it at the man's chest. "Let her go, Goddamn it, I don't have the patients for this. I am your superior and you will respect my authority or you will pay the price."

Tobi sighed and sat down on the ground. "You'll have to forgive their behavior," He said, "They're all tired and nervous. And I don't think they're all that happy with me, either."

Tobi shrugged. "I guess this is just what war looks like. Everyone just looks so...lost, you know?" He sighed and glanced at her hand on his arm. He didn't know if he was quite ready for anyone to be so close so soon after the battle, but he was too tired and too angry at the soldier to tell her to move it.

Glancing up at her, he raised his eyebrows. "It was a war, and it wasn't your war to fight in the first place."

Tobi sighed. "Maybe so, but it is still a war. There are plenty of soldiers that are actual members of the Amestrian military that I wouldn't want here. And not because they're not good soldiers, either. I can't afford any distractions." He closed his eyes.

Tobi shrugged. "Everything is a distraction for me. I'm easily distracted. That's why I can't have any soldiers I know on a personal level out there with me. I'll...worry." There were certain people he knew he would never be able to fight beside. He did worry a lot, ever since he was younger. He supposed it was the environment he'd grown up in, always having to look out for his sister.

Tobi shrugged. "I worry about everyone. I suppose you'd stand a better chance then I would in a war though, wouldn't you?" His mind was wandering off, as always. Curse his short attention span.

Tobi nodded absentmindedly. "I do," He said, shaking his head slightly, "However shallow it may seem."

Tobi pushed her away, shaking his head. "Reita...I...I just don't know if I can jump right into a relationship with you right now. With anyone." Remembering what happened last time, he pulled his gun out of his holster and threw it across the room. "I'm sorry, I really am but this just isn't a good time for me. There is so much shit going on and I don't want to end up taking all that stress out on someone else. I'd end up ruining it before it even had a chance to get started, and I don't want to be like that. I don't think you do, either."

Tobi sighed. "But I do care. Reita, I don't want to be that guy. It'll start out with yelling and then...." He remembered his father, way back in the beginning. "I don't want to end up like my dad was, Reita," He said, shaking his head, "I can't. I'll kill myself before I let that happen. This...this is a war, Reita. I can't....do this. Not now."