"You're welcome," he sighs, knowingly. And maybe a little fondly too. Rolling back, he flops down on his side of the bed and stretches out before pulling the covers over once more. He deserves a day off but, well, can't really do that here. Or with Sherlock. Or the Army.

He'd ended up with days of work because of Sherlock, though, so that was close enough.

"Half taught, half just me being incredibly...gifted." He hates all of the words for this place and the things the people here could do. Powers, gifts, abilities.