"Yeah, well... it works both ways! Obviously we're friends, it's not even a question. But you gotta talk, too! I don't want it getting all one-sided. Like me complaining about my arm and all this junk and going on forever when you barely tell me anything! I can't even ask about where you come from." And hearing about him coming back from the dead from Kobra first freaking sucked, but at least he showed up after. And stayed. Okay, fine, he has a point.

She moves a little closer, leaning lightly against his arm and watching that knife in the dirt. "Sorry for not bitching at you more often, okay? I'd hug you, but you're all bloody, dude."