Ryan sighed and glared at her. "ROLF has nothing left? I was fighting this futile war that I was pretty sure to die in... Everyone at home thinks I'm dead... And the first woman I love is turning me down..." He quickly calmed himself down. "You'll take care of me as long as it's needed? That's fine. My leg's pretty much healed, so I think we're done... Oh wait, that's right... I'm the enemy. If I take one step out of this room, I'm likely to get shot down... Just, fine, just leave... Don't worry about coming back either... I'll leave tonight..." He sounded angry, but it was all a front. If she looked closely, she'd be able to see teardrops beginning to glisten in his eyes.