He blinked, chuckling softly for a moment before stifling a snorted laugh. It was the first time he'd actually laughed with Aoba, and he struggled, for whatever reason, not to. He he wasn't completely sure why. Maybe because it felt too unfamiliar.

"You'd make a good Guardian, I think. It's about who you are, more than anything. The Light in you. You have plenty. But...no. I meant as recreation more than anything. You work, sure, but when I'm gone I don't know what there is to do. In the Tower, there's the Iron Lords, lead by Lord Saladin Forge. They train...*everyone*. I thought you might like the environment and the exercise. And...the discipline," he mused, stacking the dishes he finished with and turning to lean against the counter.

"Martial arts training isn't just physical, it's mental, too. Finding your mental center, knowing yourself. I was just thinking...medicine might not be the right approach to what's going on with you. Medication tends to dull senses and sort of..." he gestured vaguely. "--Pull a veil over things? Shroud it. Maybe if you don't muddy things so much, you can find your own balance? Plus, it never hurts to have a good right hook," the Titan remarked, fist whooshing through the air in a blink, a brutal, solid shadow box that made it clear how he laid people out. It was also a joke at his own expense, tentative, a small smile following.