"I can help you fix that, if you want," he joked, slowing down to bike beside her for a while. "I'm really good at flooding things and playing loud pop music. I flooded a whole mansion once. Does getting it dropped into the Pacific count as flooding?"

He leaned on flippancy, ignoring that the situation had been dangerous and horrific and fucked up. Like everything else since the cave.

"But yeah, busy's good. Busy keeps us out of trouble. You ever done hot yoga? I was thinking about trying it. But then I'd be a guy who does hot yoga."