"You look zoned out," Midnighter points out, reaching up to rub at his jaw with his thumb. Where had this even come from? Stress, from the Skrull thing? As much as he switches between deciding that getting to know Bob is a good thing or a really unhealthy one, Midnighter doesn't actually know him that well.

He exhales, long and quiet. While he's not a big fan of the Government or Law Enforcement, he usually doesn't go out of his way to kill the police. "Don't bother. He's still got the drugs on him, they'll be busy with that." Probably (hopefully.)