"And you get off on thumbing your nose at them on the sly, don't lie." Daken's hand came to rest against the soldier's hip lightly in a mirrored gesture of the embrace the older man had on him. He was cranky because somehow he'd left his comfortable home on the west coast, braved holiday travels and came all the way to New York just because James happened to find the climate appealing. Or something. The mutant didn't get attached to places, what was the point? You could easily go somewhere next week and then onto better and brighter places. "I can think of a thing or two."