They were all special in their own way, though Simmons’ might be the best out on bullshit missions like this. One would assume Doc, but…well… Doc.

Maybe this wasn’t the best place to talk about things like this, but the last mission wasn’t the place to talk about s’mores, so this just seemed to be par for the course at this point. “Who said anything about ‘romance’?” He moved along the wall, keeping close and trying to hide in as many shadows as he could find. Romance didn’t factor into anything (except Sonia, but that was a whole other thing he didn’t completely understand himself yet). “I just talk about sex.”

Which was, in most cases, superior. He was still waiting for one person to disprove that theory.

“Nope.” He pulled off into an alcove, catching his breath for a second, before moving off again. “The people I won’t touch are back home; you’d get it if you knew them.” There was a grunt as he tried to hitch Miles a little higher up his back, rushing along faster as best he could.

“I mean, we can talk about how I’m pissed at you for not telling me important shit, if you wanna do that instead?”