"Cuz we thought each other was dead for yeaaaaaars and now we're in the romantic reunion honymoon stage. Apparently our week long spat was because one of us moved on in the interim or something. I dunno, kids have imagination." He shrugs and starts rolling the undersuit up his calves. "Yep. YOu're usually around throwing knives or talking to KImball. You were MIA, assumptions were made."