“I’m going to enlist.” He says it like it’s new. It isn’t. He’s said it before. Three times this week. Dozens over the last month. She exhales slowly, like she’s rehearsed this moment. “I know,” she says quietly. “You’ve told me.” The waitress pauses near their table, sensing something heavy in the air, then drifts y He runs a hand through his hair — frustrated. “Then why do you keep acting surprised every time I bring it up?”