When she didn't feel the need to talk during their run, he remained silent and keep their pace and distance. While she thought as that ran, he didn't. He never used his running time to think about specific things, he just let his mind wander. This time, it really didn't.

At the halfway mark, he turned them around, taking them back a different way. And by the time they returned to the house, he was practically Zen mellow about everything. Abd he completely reeked of sweat and gun oil, more so even then when he'd first gotten home.