"No matter what." Greg said while staring into Rowley's eyes.
"What if-"
"No matter what." Greg interrupted.
"Zooweemama" Rowley mumbled.
"Haha" Greg laughed.
"Never gets old" Rowley said slickly
"Let's get your room set up."
"A coach?!" Rowley yelled.
"Not just any coach..." "Tada!"
"A sofa-bed?!"
"Yup!"
"Do you have anywhere else I can sleep?"
"My bed which is a no. So no."
"Because that's reserved for Holly" Rowley mumbled.
"Hm" Greg said angrily.
"So what do you do here?"
"Wake up. Train. Eat. Sleep. Repeat."
"Oh. *sees phone*. Hey why do you have so many voicemails?"
"Military rules can't answer the phone unless it's an emergency."
"How do you know if it is an emergency?"
"By hearing the voicemail."
"Wow. I really don't wanna be a soldier."
"You can say that again."
"So you don't like your job?"
"I hate it."
"Why?"
"Well I'm okay with the training and all but the rule of not picking up the phone drives me crazy. Just having to listen to Holly's voicemails and not being able to respond."
"Wow. That sucks."
"You can also say that again."