Huh. [TJ flopped back against the pile of khaki, his dreads splaying around his face like some sort of strange lumpy halo.] That's gotta make some things easier.

[Not that he, specifically, ever had too much push back but that certainly couldn't be said for the guy who'd stormed out not too long ago.]

Then again, you have the whole fucked up blood system so 'easier' don't really apply.