Despite evidence to the contrary, he's not an idiot. That she still cares about him isn't in question, it's just hard to deal with when it comes in the form of clipped tones during diagnostics and blanking him in the corridors. Honestly, he prefers to be yelled at. A few minutes of fire and it's all out there to be got over, but the women he knows seem to have mastered the art of holding things inside.

He can't blame them, he does it too. He'll go to great lengths to maintain distance, having learned at the knees of a man who was the best of the best. But he's not his mother's son and his natural instinct always sees things breaking through in the end.

"So," he starts, warming his hands around his own cup and looking up from it to her, "Eden thinks it might be legal."