Much as he wanted to be left alone to threaten the rest of his lunch for more information on the juice box and toaster oven, Badou and new guy were staying. While he might have paid minimal attention on the best of days, the sedation did little to help. Badou. Boyfriend. No surprise. Friends?

"Congrashulashions," he plopped down his brownie in front of Badou, the cake making an audible thud as it hit the table.

He raised his eyebrow at the other guy... Al? He understood, if in a detached sort of way. Badou wanted them to work together like some fuckin' after-school special. Looking the man over, the only thing he could see that they had in common was enough patience to put up with the one currently struggling to open a jar of gold glitter. But supersoldiers?

His eyes fell to Alle's neck; no scar. Even if he was close to the same age, he wasn't like Heine or Giovanni. And he was too old to be one of the new ones like Luki and Noki. Heine decided that thinking took way more effort than it was worth. He distracted himself with the rest of his lunch and started rummaging through the bag.

"He's always an idiot," he muttered under his breath. Whether or not the conversation made any sense at all, he could say that much for certain.