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America was perceptive as hell. It was a blessing and a curse. Still not looking up she nodded, sucking on her spoon. "He's not."

"I'm just sort of realizing it, but it's not like I even know. Just, I enjoy fighting." Which wasn't news to anyone. "I like hurting, and being hurt." Something America probably already suspected, if not knew outright.

Another pause, another bite. "I don't think he could, but I wouldn't want him to." She frowned thoughtfully. "I dont dislike what we do. I love him the way he is."

"I know." The spoon scraped at the bottom of her carton. "But, it's like he's all the good in me. When I wake up with nightmares." Every night. "He's there, and he reminds me that I'm not a monster. I don't want that to change or go away." Noah was gentle, and sweet, and sometimes he still touched her as if she were made of glass, and she loved that too. Like she was this precious, delicate thing.

Her head snapped up at the second question, and the blush that had been fading roared back to life. "No!" The spoon fell to the bottom of her carton. "Um." A moment was tackle to fish it back out, then to lick it, and her hand, clean again. "I don't really.. Do that. Much. Anymore." Not since she and Noah had started sleeping together.

Peyton looked almost pained. Just because she was having sex didn't mean she was comfortable talking about it, even with America. This topic in particular seemed worst than most. "It's not really my main concern at the moment, honestly." Her voice was a little squeaky.

"Okay." It want so much dismissive as defeated. When she wasn't feeling so anxious, or tired, it was something to consider. Though how one handled themselves roughly was beyond her.

Ice cream finished, Peyton slipped off the bed to throw the empty container away, then headed back with just her spoon. When she sat back down. It was closer to her friend, and she took a small scoop of her's. "Legit, it's sort of the last thing on my mind right now, I'm too tired to want to do anything at the moment, let alone that. I was just curious if it was," a slight pause, "Normal."

Peyton's mind was an ugly jumble of insecurities and worries, all feeding into each other. One idea lead into the next, and the next, with little conscious rhyme or reason. If asked, she shed have said her relationship with Noah had been good. When she was with the Life she was content. It was only only when her mind wandered.

Regardless, a change of topic was appreciated. She took another bite, head tilting thoughtfully. "Not more than usual. I've been doing a lot of one on one training with trainees. Easy stuff." Thin shoulders rose in a shrug. "Still need the Mist course, then I think I get my patch."

Suns didn't really have much in the way of extra shifts, or at least she didn't, which may or may not have something to do with all the training she'd been doing. She shook her head, poking her spoon at a chuck of chocolate. "Astrid's in Lebanon, but not as far as I know." Her head tilted as she thought about Astrid having a boyfriend, and the idea was so incredibly foreign it was hard to wrap her head around it.

"I have nightmare. They wake me up, and usually Noah's here and I can go back to sleep. But he hasn't been, so I haven't been sleeping much." It also didn't help that falling asleep alone was a challenge all on its own, Peyton had grown accustomed to sleeping with another body in her bed. She's been getting better, but Astrid and Noah has unraveled what progress she'd made.