“That’s the thing,” Rob said. “Jake reminds me of them.”
“So?” Gabe demanded. He crossed his arms more tightly. “Are you saying Jake’s going to kill himself?”
He figured—he was sure—that Rob would deny it. But Rob just spread his hands. “I don’t know,” he said. “But what I’m telling you is that I saw a lot of soldiers just like Jake. And you need to understand what that means. He’s carrying baggage with him. And it’s pretty bad.”
“You don’t know anything about him,” Gabe said, then remembered with a stab of shame how Jake had said the exact same words to him.
Rob’s steady expression darkened a little. “And that’s the point, isn’t it? Neither of us knows anything about him.” He hesitated, as if he wasn’t happy with what he was going to say. “I told you about the vet who attacked my dad for startling him. Jake could be violent, Gabe.”
“That’s bullshit.”