Glaive covered his mouth as he gave a yawn before resting his eyes and letting his mind slip into dreamland. Whatever Weston and Hank would ever want to do at this hour was beyond him, nor did he really care. As long as they showed up when they were suppose to none of it mattered. Glaive knew that he couldn't allow himself to grow too attached with anyone on his team because there would come a time when there would be no team. Any feelings or emotions towards a former friend had to discarded and snuffed out, otherwise one might find themselves unable to bring themselves to win if it meant destroying the life of someone dear.