"That's too bad, because she really deserves it this time." He'd be a lot more upset if he hadn't slept in the morning and then flown a plane. As it was, the high from flying was still too good to be ruined over moved clothes.
He looked at Mike when he answered. It made sense, but it wasn't reassuring that 'stuff' didn't matter. In fact, it was basically irrelevant to their... what the fuck was this again? It was so much easier with Kensi in the picture, but now? Now, everything was confusing. "Right, I forgot to tell you that they'll paint the nursery on Saturday. I don't know if Savannah already forced you into helping, but I'm going to stay at her place with the baby, so I guess... I guess this way there is stuff in my- your room," he said, snorting, mostly at the idiocy of all of this.