Two different responses to "One gets it done, two have more fun"
One.
Connor attempted to roll onto his back, but instead rolled onto his brother. "Murph', what the hell're you doin' in my bed?"
Connor sat up, rubbing the hangover from his eyes. Murphy sat up beside him, automatically going for the pack of cigarettes beside the bed to light up. "What are you talkin' about? You don't remember?"
"Obviously not."
Murphy shoved Connor's naked ass to the floor. "Well, that's the last time I help you out."
"What the fuck—"
"Oh, come on, you were grunting 'Oooh, oooh, goddammit, I can't' so I lent ya' a hand—so to speak."
Two.
Connor slowly awoke, his eyes opening to the dark room. He was guided by the husky scent of his brother beside him in bed. Across the room, the other bed was un-slept in. Their Dad had not yet returned from being the hand of God. Some joys were for one.
He closed his eyes and smiled. Their lives had changed since finding their Dad. But not even his old world mindset would break Connor from Murphy. The killing was righteous, and maybe even a little fun, but it couldn't be compared what Murph brought him. Some joys were for two.