"I've never been able to, but I guess i can understand the feeling, I do have my wall crawling and camouflage," he nodded. "It's a part of me, if I lost it..." He shrugged, not wanting to think about it. "I'm sure you'll get your job back after your wing heals," he nodded, trying his hardest to assure her. "Or you could juggle at the Park? ...Can you juggle? Juggling while flying, that would be something to see!"
"I think we're a lot alike," he nodded with a chuckle. "I'd rather see people happy than to cause grief. Mason so doesn't get me!" A warm laugh left him as he stretched slowly out. "Well, good job. Didn't get roughed up too badly then, either?" he asked, brows lifting. Revolve left one in an almost constant state of worry about friends, usually because of the fights and tournaments, but it seemed that his week had given a new form of concern.