Uncle Uzzi blinks at me.
“No. Nope,” I repeat, pushing back from the table and standing. “Absolutely not. I don’t do swipe right to fuck apps.”
Because that’s what this is.
Doesn’t matter how he dresses it up.
It’s an app.
With magic.
Which somehow makes it worse.
Uncle Uzzi leans back in his chair, completely unfazed.
“You say that like love is a bad thing, Robert.”
I let out a short, humorless laugh.
“Not bad,” I say. “Just not for me.”
And that?
That’s the truth.
I’m not built for it.
Never have been.
I’m a soldier.
A fighter.
A man who’s spent more nights in sand and blood than in a bed.
I’ve done things.
Seen things.
Things that don’t wash off, no matter how many times you try.
You don’t come back from that and suddenly decide to play house.
To settle down.
To give someone forever.
Fuck no.
I don’t do forever.
I do missions.
I do objectives.
I do get in, get out, survive.
Relationships?
