A soft, amused sound. "I became a military man," he says. "From poor beginnings." His hand rests on Dean's shoulder. "Will you be all right here?"

He plans to move on. To, perhaps, find the apartment he's been assigned. Though he's hard, his body quickened with arousal, he doesn't feel the need to indulge himself. He feels, in fact, that he has had a similar release to Dean's, though one more subtle.