[He picked out the action of fingers immediately, but he kept his own calm and didn't draw attention to the fact that he had the growing and distinct impression that in any kind of fight, he would lose and gloriously. Why did that feel so appealing, like he had been waiting for it for so long it had to be on his bucket list? Again, that conflict between his being part of this small town and what seemed to be a different life completely warred inside of him, never finding root to settle down, just always in shoving back and forth.

He let none of that show even as he stepped further away from the crowd that was watching the fireworks. He had other places to be, hunches to explore and many conversations to process.

Of course, gym business made him raise an eyebrow before it came to him. Oh right, apparently he was a business owner? The sheriff had informed him, given him the keys and made chit-chat about some of the boys using the facility. Of course, he had been released not that long ago from the hospital and rooting around his house had been priority. So much surveillance after all.

Still, he knew how to hide his reactions and play it cool. Knew how to blend in and act like he was in the know.] Well, you know, equipment demos expos don't exactly make a pass to places like this. You have to go where the goods are. [He eyed the other man, reminded of the similarities in appearance with that airplane guy.] Oh yeah? Where are you working now?