I'm surprised that it isn't worse. I suppose you guys know eachother better by now to not let it fuck anything up.

[ He was a bit worried that sleeping with another Nein was going to be a disaster, group-wise. Thoughtful, he takes one of those mushroom cakes and enjoys it. That Clay fellow really was a good cook when he wasn't staring through Molly's damn soul every time they met.

It was as if he exactly knew how messy his head was. ]

Also I'm pretty sure they have a problem with us in one way. I'll try to be more quiet, but no promises.