There was something particularly hesitant in her that night. Or maybe he was reading too into things. He had a habit of doing that sometimes. Making something out of nothing. It was one he should work on figuring out a way to stop, really. But for now, he decided not to press the matter. There were bigger, more important things going on and maybe that was all it was. In fact, that was probably exactly what he was picking up on, he decided.
"Nah," he shook his head. Another time, he'd have probably been headed to Purgatory, but he hadn't really been to the club since Piffy had left and he didn't see that changing. He'd kept most of his drinking excursions to Bed of Roses since then. "never have much of a destination these days." he admitted. And it was true. He'd been here a year and still didn't entirely feel he had a place in this war. Sure, he could fight, could probably help train if he really wanted and maybe he would just so he could have something to do. But something about Lawrence just perpetually made him feel out of place.