“Should be looking into demon blood then, fuck better weapons and shit.” Alright, he can’t help it, that’s too absurd an idea, he has to laugh. And…it feels good to be able to joke around; at least after the tumultuous arrival he’d had, this is pretty much the first chance he’s been able to really relax. Never mind the fact that things had been pretty heavy less than an hour beforehand, he’s steadfastly ignoring that right now.

She’s leaning against him, pressed against his side, and that should set off his issues with space and touch, but there’s no quickening of his pulse, no fight instinct rocketing down his spine, nothing but a slight tightening of his grip on one of the containers. It’s actually weird, weird in the fact that he’s not used to not having a violent reaction. But everything is so casual, and it…it can be good too. That can be okay, he can trust enough for this.

“Assuming she loses the armor at some point?”