"Why are you laughing?"
"Better question: Why aren't you laughing?"
"Because there's nothing to laugh at."
"Yes there is."
"What?"
Christopher's nose scrunched at the tip ever so slightly, a silence falling upon them the pair for moment. "Well," he started uncertainly, "we're still alive, aren't we? That's a start. Who would've thought we could've lasted as long as we have?"
Jalil shook his head, turning back to stare at the fire, the light of the flames bouncing off his dark skin and casting oblong, odd shaped shadows across half his face. Taking a deep breath, he said, "You make no sense, man."