"Oh. Good. Glad to hear it. That it isn't bothering you, I mean." Kyle trails off, not really sure what else he can say. Because Sean's scratching at something sore, but not in the way of a fresh pain. It's something he's lived with all his life, nightmares of metal past and present. No, he doesn't really get enough sleep, but then again he never has. What good can talking about it do?

That's what he thinks before Sean lets him in on the brother, though. He glances over sharply, his sandwich momentarily forgotten. "You've mentioned Liam before. He's... He was one of the ones who fought, wasn't he?" Kyle can't remember if it was in one of the Ireland wars or the great war, but he's pretty sure he remembers Sean telling him about a war lots of his brothers fought in, including Liam.