[ He's not entirely sure how things went from how they were earlier to being this comfortable when they've done nothing but be shits to each other. But it's happened, and it's something of a relief. He doesn't have the energy to be quite that much of a shit all the time. ]

My other conclusion is that you need a fucking hobby. Other than darning my shirt. Especially if more stabbings are off the table, because then it's going to remain intact unless I start ripping it open for your entertainment.