Montagne stood over Blitz, listening to the man ramble and just talk at a thousand miles per minute. Montagne was a kind man, so he didn't wanna walk away or tell him to shut up, so he held his riot shield in front of him silently and listened patiently and tried to remain active in the conversation. He had been feeling weird, like flustered and embarrassed, whenever he thought about or talked to Blitz, he was 48 for fucks sake, he shouldn't be thinking like this!

“Uh huh. Oui, it is...”