"He knows his shit," he says, a little moodier than he means to sound. Because what the hell to make of that... he still doesn't know. The fighting. All of it. What it does to him. How it makes him feel.

"He's been showing me a thing or two. Nothing serious. I mean, we could make it more serious." He gives Andrea a sudden grin. "Probably wouldn't even charge you for it like he does me."