He nods. "I lived a pretty privileged life. So - sometimes it shows."

Sheehan's family had lived in New York. He had an apartment, a nanny, and his father was an absolute asshole. He had money to go to school, to date, to give away as much as he wanted. He could have dodged the draft if he really wanted to, but there was no way he wouldn't give his life for his country.

He regretted it when he came back, but not for the reasons he thought he might.

"Do you still see your mom?" he wonders idly. Sheehan hasn't seen his own in years.