"We're going home to a disaster, you know." Robots on the march with Caboose as their leader. All the walls would be drawn over in crayon. The hugs they would get would break their bones, and while he wouldn't admit it, he was looking forward to all of it.

He smiled back at her, the grin stretching his lips as he moved his legs a little back and forth in the water. It felt good, seeing her smile felt good, all of this... it reminded him of him. Speaking of mourning and old friends...

"How are you doing with all your old Freelancer buddies here?"

Yeah, way to eaaase into that. Ahh, if there was only a way to lube a question.

But then again, wasn't that what the beer was for?