Yes, Wrench ticks his fist agreeably, accepting the compliment on Numbers' behalf. It's not the first word that would jump to his mind when considering his partner's traits. He's brash, self-confident, and more than just incidentally bitchy. But he's smart, too, and Wrench still wonders sometimes if he should have listened better that first day and followed Numbers to the end of this godforsaken town. He'd been so scared that whatever had brought the other man back to life would lose its magic on the other end of that invisible boundary, though. He's still not sure how long it can manage to hold.

That train of thought is a direct line to self-pity, so he shakes it off and considers the question. No one's offered me cake and ice cream. Did you get cake? He feigns jealousy, then snorts again. We seem more tolerated than welcomed. It's hard to think they want us here.