Thriving. That was good. Better than good. Way better than he had thought, in the small times he had allowed his mind to think about what had happened, who had survived, what... What there even was after the war.

"I'm glad to hear it." Racing sportscars and marine biology, that suited her. He was glad she had found a normal life. He is happy enough to let L.L take the lead on ordering drinks but he goes bright red when Emily shows up, not quite meeting her eyes.

"Oh. Thank you."

He eyed the shots warily, glancing at L.L. "These probably aren't safe."

He's not sure he cares, he's willing to risk it for the distraction. To get the image of L.L covered in blood out of his mind, even for a moment.