Gokudera nods. That is lucky, and he’s shown up here and isn’t alone either. Lucky in many ways… He takes another long drag from his cigarette, frowns.

“I hear some strange things happen, though. I was getting ready for a big fight back home, so… it feels strange to have so much… peace.” Makes him itch to train more, harder, relentlessly. But… people aren’t too keen on him practicing with his explosives. He hasn’t found a safe place to do that. Keeping his treehouse blocked off as a hazardous area means he gets little visitors. Gokudera’s considering moving… to be further away from others. He’s just too dangerous for normal nice people to be around.

“I’m pretty happy on my own.” He says, outright denying that he’s lonely in any way. The thought of him needing to have friends… it’s… well, even if he gets them, they won’t stick around, probably. Once they realize how much of a trouble-magnet he is.