"Sounds like you and your friends have a good thing." He nods his head thinking about his own pack. Missing them has been something he's been trying not to dwell on. "Everyone needs that, their own pack."

Glancing at Kavinsky he smirks. "Oh yeah? Tell me. Most over the top thing you've done to impress someone."

Tilting his head toward a booth he motions for Kavinsky to follow. If they were playing cards they need a table after all. When his hand bumps against the others Ash finds himself, yet again, curling his hand around K's. "Nerds get out from behind the desk to research, you know. We call that recon. Spy shit. Hacking. Interrogation." He slides into the booth. "Like dealing drugs but with information." Ash snorts out a laugh. "That's a bad analogy."