"Learn a new skill," Gunn echoed, settling his hand in his lap when she draped the blanket over them. He lifted his other arm, the one holding the glass of wine, to drape over her shoulder, leaning into it slightly -- nothing over the top, but definitely a little more than just friendly.

She was pretty drunk. He'd behave.

"Sounds kind of like mine. I wanna be something -- more. Stop dwellin' on the past."