The Traumatic Brain Injury had rattled him so much, he had to learn to walk and balance again.
Not a great condition for a Navy SEAL.
He paused on the last dry step of the causeway and stared out at the distant lighthouse. Being a SEAL had been his one dream and focus since he was a kid. But the injury to his head had messed up a lot of things and being a SEAL was part of his past.
It also cleared up a lot of things.
Yeah, if he hadn’t FUBARed the situation. Corwin had come to help him heal. He’d known his best friend preferred the company of men since they were boys, but what Martin hadn’t counted on was his own attraction to Corwin. Nothing had gotten in the way of making it as a SEAL. He’d won that right after all his years of training and efforts. At least according to his file. He couldn’t remember most of it.
The DOD will be thrilled.
But now with his TBI affecting even his basic motor skills, he was done in the Teams and needed to start over. He sighed as he wiped some of the salt spray off his face. He’d hurt Corwin and ignored his friend’s undying love for decades. And if I’m completely honest, my own love for him. But one of the things he had remembered was the stoic non-emotion of an elite warrior when presented with something unexpected, and Corwin had left with anger and disappointment radiating from him like a corona.
I done fucked up.
That was the understatement of the year. The waves crashed, hammering and polishing the concrete of the causeway, and Martin wished it could polish away the pain and recriminations hanging on his heart.
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