‘ i don’t get it. it doesn’t even matter anyway. what’s the use of knowing the exact history of some ancient dynasty when what’s gonna be the difference in life or death could be my ability to reassemble a gun or tactical training. ’ his hands pushed away the books with no lack of pure distain, leaning back stretched out on the academy bed in his room. the warm brown of his gaze settled over her face with one dark brow cocked. there was always the chance of things coming up in undercover missions, the point was drilled in them to always be prepared, but still, grant always preferred his more physical outlets. in the room, fenix the only other presence welcomed, he relaxed, thumb grazing over scabbing decorating the plane of his knuckles. a happy repercussion of a hard day’s training. ‘ what i don’t get is how good you are at all this stuff. we could just be a duo and save everyone the headache. ’