"Guess I'm shopping alone, then, cuz I got nothing." Not for that level of laid back chill. He'll figure something out, easy. For a moment he's content to sit and lean and not think about the implications of sitting and leaning. He's tactile, Locus doesn't mind.

There's that softness around his eyes that rings a very distant bell- but it's distant. "How'd your last op go? Mine was- a ride."

Odd, pretending to be married.