"I'm pretty sure she does mate. I love that van, but I live in a bloody van. Not much to bring a girl home to." Other than Lavender, and she didn't quite count, did she?
He rubbed his face again, squinting at the lights, and the kids all around them. Some - not all, but some of them would get to live a life without the madness they all had faced. He was jealous, and hell, these kids weren't all that much younger than he!
"Besides, I ought to stop fishing, all I seem to be getting is bints and birds who are already on someone elses' arm. I'd say I'd throw myself all into training but... I fucking don't know what else I could be doing." Other than not drinking on the clock.