[She's really cute when she's talking fast. The thought hits him like a speeding train - like Will's hammer, if he had to pinpoint the exact sensation - and for a moment, he'd gotten sidetracked by the little gestures, rather than the importance of the words she's saying. Still, he can't help snorting a little at the thought of him being 'just a soldier.' A few years ago, before he'd arrived on the Legacy, that might've been true.]

Gee, thanks. [He rolls his eyes, but his smile betrays his feigned annoyance. See what happens the next time he refuses to bake bread for everyone, okay??]

I've... I've kinda enjoyed this too. I mean, yeah, your maid's super... uh... vocal about my baking ability [read: Senel steals the kitchen too often] but otherwise, it's been cool to see what your life would've been like, if you weren't fighting alongside me. Um, us. Fighting alongside us.

[It's the first time in a long time that he's unconsciously acknowledged something deeper - and honestly, that slip baffled him. Romance had been taken completely off his plate after Stella's death (and Shirley admitting her love had not helped that one bit, no sir), and yet...

And yet he's entirely okay with this weird pseudo-life that he's got with Chloe.] Hey, now that I think about it, are you allowed to train? Or are we just managing the estate 'til we go back?