... It was one thing to be told secondhand. It was another hearing it straight from the horse's mouth. Conflicting emotions sizzle through his circuits; angry betrayal. Guilt. Happiness, that Raven sought him out just for this.

Falcon gestures at the spot next to him on the blanket.

"Sit down for a minute," he says, stalling while he tries to figure out what he wants to say, and how.