"Well, I haven't started playing darts with pencils at the ceiling...but shit I'm getting there." He laughed, worming his thumb out to try and pin hers back. It was so stupid and juvenile what they were doing, but he didn't much care. It just made him smile.

"Kinda funny. Remember the first night? You asked me to prove I was telling the truth and you believed me because I didn't have prison scars. Made me show the left side and now I got shanked on the right instead." He exhaled heavily, annoyed that even the simple gesture could awaken a twinge in his side.

He shifted his hand, running his thumb over her knuckles when it was clear he was going to lose the thumb war. "You okay? I mean...You had to live through this shit once already."