"I'm not jealous." And he wasn't. He couldn't quite describe how he felt. Happy, certainly, but there was something more. A deep, fierce sort of protectiveness had reared inside him, and the suggestion that Sunny had made had turned that beast instantly hostile. The Runners, on the other hand, were definitely surprised. There had been an incident early on, when his grief was still fresh, when he'd told them that they were all going to die so learning how to fight was pointless. He supposed that now there might be some trust issues there if they had taken his dire nonsense to heart.<br/><br/>"I have no idea where Max is," he said as they stepped into his room. It was more than slightly messy--his clothes lay strewn across the floor where he'd left them, and it stank of sweat. He hadn't done much to take care of himself in the wake of the fight, and it showed. He got busy, though, picking up the clothing, piling it all into one of his travel packs to be washed later. He didn't answer her when she asked about why he'd moved in here. The reasons seemed... complicated, now. Complicated and pointless. At her second question, though, he glanced up and then back down to the task of gathering what remained of his belongings. "I'll train you. Make sure it's done right, instead of whatever Nat's been showing them"