“Reckless, indeed.” Tristan agreed. “And I’ll make sure I actually look good when we are invariably harassed by the Press. Good thing we both have plenty of experience with them.” 

This was yet again another jab, however lighthearted. He knew Forrest was notoriously horrible in front of the Press. While Tristan was rather practiced, what with his professions and natural demeanor, he’d have to remember to help out Forrest. Though, ideally, Forrest wouldn’t be left alone with them.

“But, no. I like to look at least half-way decent when I destroy and humiliate a bunch of idiot assholes who couldn’t even make an independent thought if they were held at gunpoint.” While there was a sort of jesting in his tone, there was a hardness to it that would suggest he was displeased, to say the least. 

However, he wasn’t letting it get to him in quite the same way it was all getting to Forrest. Rather than brood and get all moody and depressing, he chose to be jovial, if not simply sarcastic and “witty”.

Feeling rather comfortable that they were alone and not being followed, or otherwise undetected, he chose to pass the time with some small talk. “So, I hope you had a nice evening and were able to get some rest?” He was more hoping that one of them would have at least gotten some sleep the previous night. Though, with kids, he figured there might be less sleep and more wrangling of children. A terrible prospect, he thought.

“So, any thoughts about all of this? Any ideas of why they targeted Mauville? What their endgame might be?” He quickly changed the topic to something more pertinent, and not quite as potentially personal.

And a different perspective and insight could help jumpstart his own calculations.