"I guess." He was not going to argue about how to bring up a child that wasn't born and wasn't his. Whatever helped her sleep at night, it was fine.
"Honestly, I don't have a good track record, but I don't think I'll ever wake up in the middle of the night and think 'oh let's grab my gun'," he said with a sigh, thinking back at the night of the attack and Hetty. "Hey, Sean isn't living with me. You'll have to speak to Alexis, but he can pretty much electrocute everyone in sight. He doesn't need a gun."
How did he like working there? Troy shrugged. "I like the subjects, just like a like the theoretical classes. That's not the problem. This on hand stuff is-" He made a face. "It's not what I do. I'm not afraid of injuries and blood, first aid is fine; I can do it. It's just boring. I like people. I like to be in front of a camera or on a stage. I like to deal with people, you know?"