( he'll always laugh for you, rex, if that's what it takes to get you out of your own head. that's never good for anybody.

( says the one that never wants to be in his own head for longer than he needs to be. also that's supremely gay, cain. carry on. )

but yeah. uh. they should definitely get to some combat! some. training. something other than exchanging the sort of banter that makes them sound like lifelong friends than newly-affirmed … er. friends. something. whatever the fuck they are.

but that doesn't keep him from asking: ) The Bahamas … it's warm there, right? I think I read about that shit before. Warm and really sunny? Bright skies? ( why does he sound like a child learning about something incredible that he hadn't realized he wanted to know about before?

maybe because he is, but shut the fuck up, he ain't about to admit it.

that question comes and he gives a slow shrug of both shoulders, a lazy roll accompanied by the tip of his head from one side to the other, and the subtle crick! of popping cartilage. )

M'human so yeah, technically, that's where I'm from. But growin' up on New Volga doesn't leave a whole lotta room for travel opportunities.