[This is pretty much the opposite of where he wanted this evening to go. It's not fair, why couldn't he have just curled up next to Steve and slept deeply and happily? Why couldn't he be fucking normal for once?]

No.

[How could he tell anyone?]

I don't even know if I can, Steve, it's-- [He exhales a ragged sort of sigh and finally sinks back down to sit on the edge of the bed, every muscle taut.] I was stationed near Jalalabad and there was--

[He cuts off, mouth opening and closing a few times as if trying to speak and literally unable to force the words out.]

Sniper. I mean me, that's what I was, a specialised sniper. There were four of us on a mission to gather intel about a possible training camp for Al-Qaeda, but there was-- It was--

[He shakes his head, voice cracking.]

I can't, Steve.