[ The way Jack's eyes narrow at him hurts. Reinhardt has always tried to be honest. Certainly, there were times when he might not say everything, but he wears his heart on his sleeve. He's bad at lying as he is at trying to integrate back into civilian life. So for Jack to even wonder about his truthfulness does hurt. His shoulders slump and he stares at his beer a moment before packing that away like every other hurt.]

So says the super soldier. [ He doesn't mean it in a cruel way. He knows that Jack's probably seen more pricks than a college fraternity. Who knows what sort of things the SEP soldiers had been injected with. ] I just don't like them Jack. But if it gets me back, I'll deal with it. I just don't think I'll need all that many. [ Not because he's a particularly quick healer but because he's very good at fighting hurt these days. ] Plus, I bother her enough. She shouldn't have to be taking care of me. She has enough worries. I can't be one more.