Ash did look happy--though that wasn't the first thing Kavinsky noticed, of course. But the realization still made him feel a little envious or jealous. He wished he could be that relaxed without being under the influence of something stronger than a few beers.

"Maybe," he replied, prompt and carefree, like he was absolutely not still thinking about everything that had happened just a little while ago. Like he wasn't bothered, wasn't remembering the violence with awful detail. He'd done the right thing, he thought, but he knew that 'the right thing' didn't always feel like it. It was complicated.

It was also easier to smirk, gaze flickering over Ash, head to toe. "I already like what I see; there's no way things wouldn't be even better."