I don’t know; why don’t you ask him? It’s possible he’s just tired of you, and wishes to rejoin the 401st Fightin’ Hamilton Burger Impersonator Corps.

You might also want to consider keeping your hands off him, since they look like boneless beige alien tentacles. All these women have weird hands. They all have weird hands and they cry, constantly, and see things behind them or off to the side. They are aliens. Maybe G. I. Stands for Gamma Itrius, the system from which these colonizing creatures came in the early 50s to feast on the brains of our soldiers and disgorge writhing hyper-smart slugs into the empty skulls of the victims. And those men are now highly placed generals!

Of course you didn't dare to kiss - he could tell by the brackish tang of your saliva that you were one of Them, and he would have put you down with a double tap on the spot, weeping and screaming in an unfamiliar mixture of horror and fury for which war, strangely, had not prepared him. But no, you got to him first. He wouldn't return.

Foolish humans.