”What all do you do at the flight range? Sometimes no one sees you for days.”
“I train.”
“That’s it? Just training all that time?”
“….That’s it, yes. Now, go bother someone that cares.”

he‘s more sensitive to the judgment of his countrymen then they know,.
his walls come down and mask cracks when he knows he’s safe and alone, and the flight range is the safest place to him.