Being flipped off by Heine was like a demure 'good morning', so he returned the gesture cheerfully. Sedated, Heine was slightly more charming than usual. Badou released Alle so he could drop into the seat beside his partner, and gestured lazily for Alle to do the same.

Someone had kindly left a pot of yellow glitter in the middle of the table, and Badou immediately reached for it. Renamon's news about the gun had left him feeling better than he expected. Life at the institute had been such a clusterfuck of bad luck, even the thought finally being able to really fight was really, really nice.

Sure, his partner wouldn't remember if he talked about it or the basement while he was drugged up, but there were prime trolling opportunities to be had as consolation.

"Heine, this is Alle, my hot supersoldier boyfriend. You two can bond over that when you're sober again." Badou twisted the cap off the glitter easily, not looking at either of them. He was fidgeting with it, he realized, but it kept his hands busy and his tone light. "Alle, this is Heine. Same deal. Try to be friends, ok? It'd be good for us to work together."

When he finally looked up at Alle again, his expression was fairly sober. "And Alle, about what I said last night... Forget it, alright? I was an ass and I'm glad you didn't listen to me."