Dante hadn't stood still long enough to really take in the lack of consistent sound yet, but its unsettling nature was currently held at bay downpour that continued outside. The silence between them was comfortable, strangely at odds with what his ears were used to picking up.

"I'm sure we can find a horn to blare at 4 am if you get real desperate." Since he normally went to sleep around 3, it meant he was only an hour into sleep and it made him grumpy.

"Do you remember how that fight ended?" No, he hadn't missed the question; it was just put on the back burner.