[ He can't imagine being a military brat, but that's hardly relevant. He jabs a little, mostly looking for the equilibrium between them, that can settle into blows and counter-blows steadily. ]

It was a tossup my end. Steve had a habit of takin' on anybody, either I was too late and scrapin' him off the floor, or right there gettin' my ass handed t'me. [ a wry smile ] Boy was I glad I was tall by the time I was sixteen, fewer people messed with us.