He hadn't had a chance to really notice how it felt- since the blond slipped right in after Malcolm slipped away and then he, later, slipped into the blond but there was this odd sensation of-

Rightness.

The guy last night had been fun but here? In the dome, on the mat, that's where he belonged. For him he tries to write it off as renewing his desire to be a pilot again. Not Mal.

Even if Mal's a big part of why he's feeling up to it. "Not as much as I usually get, but still plenty to kick your ass, sir."