Sometimes, Pilat liked the "hill place" more than the main hangout. Maybe it was the fact that they actually had a washer and dryer in the building, or how things felt more special when they were camping out there. The isolation definitely made the sex better.

They were both hideously loud and raunchy. Rutting wasn't something they could just do at the regular place, where Skunk's room was a foreman's room that overlooked the main hall. The farthest room of the hill place's second floor gave the perfect privacy – in sound and distance alike – for anything they wanted. Especially at 4 A.M.

Pilat bit his lip, rocking his hips up and down his boss's cock, to the flow of the searing guitar of "Anything Goes." Skunk lay under him, guiding the younger man's hips with his hands. Even with all the lube and the experience, Pilat still wasn't fully used to having dick all the way inside him. The dirty talk at least made things easier.

"You're getting so good," Skunk groaned. "Sooo so good."

"Yeahhh?"

"I'm reeeeal proud of you, kid. Goddamn. Look at that back arch."

Pilat pushed out his chest, going down for one good ride. He could feel the stupid grin on his face. Skunk dug his fingers into Pilat's hips, and the younger man gasped from the sharp jabs, but it almost felt too good alongside the throbbing dick driving into his prostate.

"Look at your cute fuckin' arch." It sounded like this was what would drive Skunk over the edge. "Too goddamned cute. What are you doin' around a guy like me, Pilat? Cute little dick-takin' brat!"

Pilat tried to banter back, but his mouth sputtered open, gasping, "Angahaah aaah..."

"S-Shit!" Skunk squirmed. "Y-You close?"

"M-m-mnnuh!"

One pale hand rushed to Pilat's dick, jerking him so firmly that the younger man gasped in shock. God, if Pilat wasn't close before, he sure was now.

The last thing Pilat thought before it was, I am so glad they can't hear us up here.

"Ooohhhhh, ride it out, Pilat!"

"Aaauuunnnnhuhhhhh!"

"Fuck! Yes! Fuck! Yes!"

"Skuuhhnnnnnhhh!"

The tidal waves of endorphins faded away, leaving the two sweaty and light-headed; Pilat still sat wobbly on Skunk's lap, his round tan face flushed with colour. Cum had spilled onto Skunk's hands and Pilat's thighs. Nobody wanted to move quite in that moment.

When the moment did pass, Skunk sighed contentedly, whispering, "All right, get off. I'll get the wet wipes."

The young man pulled himself off breathlessly, collapsing on his back into bed, tangled in soft blue sheets and quilt. The bedding was almost too nice and generic for Skunk's tastes; they must have lifted it from a hotel room long ago. He lay there, eyes lidded, taking in the afterglow. He almost jolted at the touch of a cold wet wipe dabbing the cum off of him.

"Ah...!" Pilat breathed. The radio shut off across the room. The snap of a condom being pulled off. Shoes being irritatedly kicked out of the way. Eventually, Pilat felt movement around him, and the boss climbed back into bed, yanking the blankets up over the two of them. They just lay there, quiet, in a contented silence that felt better than any conversation.

Skunk wasn't romantic. He never had been, and he never would be. But he did become softer around Pilat when they were alone.

"You awake, kid...?" Skunk mumbled, toying with Pilat's hair. They had been mutually drifting in and out of consciousness. Pilat nodded drowsily. He narrowed his eyes, trying to see the digital clock over his boss's shoulder.

Pilat nodded, quiet. "Uh-huh."

"Mm." An agreeing noise. "...You're gettin' good on top. But you sound like a fucking dinosaur."

That woke Pilat up a bit. "I do not."

"It's kinda cute, though. Like you're so horny that you can't talk."

"Everything I do is "cute"," Pilat groaned dejectedly.

"Well, it is." Skunk rubbed at the younger man's back. He studied Pilat; he looked so small next to him in that king sized bed. The image of a baby bird came to mind, and he caught himself eyeing the young man's ruffled brown hair, sweat-sticky tan skin, and little hands. Skunk sighed, breathing through his nose; he didn't know what he was feeling exactly.

Pilat blinked slowly, eyes on the ceiling. "...Anything fun going on tomorrow?"

"...The usual sleaze. Maybe we'll watch a movie," Skunk mumbled. "Ox wants to drive out to Avalon for groceries, though..."

The idle talk before sleep, with pauses getting longer and longer, always felt the best.

"...Good...I might go with him..."

"Mm...at least you'll know what I like..."

"...Yeah..."

"...Mm."

Skunk was the first one to wake up that day; he was almost shocked to see the digital clock across the room read 10:44 AM. He attempted to lay back and get comfortable again, but he knew deep down that he was awake for good. He rolled his eyes.

"Shit," Skunk hissed, starting to pull himself out of bed. The small groan to his left made him realize that Pilat's tan arms were still wrapped around his torso.

"Is...is it time...?" Pilat mumbled through lidded eyes. Skunk peeled the younger man off himself and pulled the blankets back over him.

"Go back to bed," he said. "Nothing's going on."

Pilat blindly fumbled for a grip on his boss, until Skunk put a pillow in his line of reach. Freed, Skunk hurriedly got dressed, hoping a decent suit and cologne would make up for being sweaty as hell. A crack of bright sunlight hit his line of vision from behind the curtains, and Skunk hissed loudly, grabbing for his head.

Jesus, he thought, Hungover again. I never learn.

He slithered into the base's makeshift kitchen, wincing a bit at the brightness of the overhead fluorescent lights. A big, apeish lackey Skunk only knew as Gorisuke was passed out in the adjacent doorway. Ox sat at the table, biting a toothpick as he read yesterday's newspaper. Vito was snorting a line of cocaine off the far end of the counter. Someone left the radio on in the other room, and Kim Mitchell echoed into the hall.

"Hey, boss," Ox said with a quick glance up. "I made coffee."

Skunk gave an approving grunt, throwing open the cabinet and grabbing a mug. The noises of this sounded infinitely louder than usual, and his wince must have been noticeable, as he heard Ox suddenly shift in his seat.

The larger man asked, "Hungover?"

"Mmnmuh."

"I can make you a bacon sandwich. The protein and wheat does something for your brain when it's deprived of-"

"Shut the fuck up, Ox."

Vito gestured to his end of the counter and asked, "You want the last bit of blow?"

"Nah." Skunk went back to pouring coffee. "It was fun, but I don't like what I did on it."

He sat down at the table across from Ox. The larger man nodded approvingly. Vito snorted the rest up loudly before half-dancing into the hall.

"You've kinda turned your act around, actually..." Ox didn't look up from his paper. "You know, on a personal level. The criminal activity's better than ever."

Skunk sat back. "What are you getting at?"

"You don't drink 'til you puke every night, and you don't go around snorting every powder you see." Ox turned a page, still reading. "Goddamn, another tuition hike."

"Yeah...I guess I have been kinda cleaner..." Skunk gulped back coffee. "This ain't a bad thing, is it?"

"Not at all. I don't have to worry anymore if I'm gonna wake up and find you dead." Ox set his newspaper down, looking Skunk in the eye. "It's the kid, isn't it?"

Gorisuke snored loudly on the floor.

Skunk stared back at Ox, analyzing his intention. After a moment, he nodded. "...Probably."

"It's a good change. Everybody seems to be having a good time lately." Ox went back to his paper. "I hope you pay him well for having to touch your ass."

"You-!" Skunk whipped the paper out of Ox's hands and smacked him in the face with it. But they were both cackling with laughter.

Skunk returned to his bedroom some time later, a canned coffee and toaster pastry in tow. He nudged the door open, finding Pilat still fast asleep in a tangle of sheets and duvet.

"Morning, kid!" Skunk called out, setting the makeshift breakfast on his side table.

Pilat didn't move.

"Pilat," Skunk said, his voice stronger and maybe a little more tense. "It's time to get up."

Pilat made a soft groan and rolled onto his side. Skunk paused for a moment, watching the younger man lie stagnant, deep in sleep.

He stepped to the side of the bed, grabbed the edge of the mattress, and tilted it up over his head as he shouted, "Morning!"

Pilat screamed and hit the floor on the other side. Skunk dropped the mattress back down onto the box spring, forcing himself to not laugh at the way it flopped like a fish upon impact. Pilat sat on the floor, naked, in a pile of blankets and brandishing the fiercest glare he could muster.

Skunk proudly pointed to the food he'd brought in. "I made you a toaster strudel."

With a grunt, Pilat stood up, putting his hands on his hips. Skunk's eyes darted back and forth from maintaining eye contact to ogling the younger man's chubby stomach and thighs. Annoyed, Pilat yelped, "You could've just shaken me awake like a normal person!"

"Pil, we both know I'm not a normal person." Skunk sat down on the edge of his bed and started lighting a cigarette. "Now eat, before your strudel and iced coffee trade temperatures."

Pilat started to pick up the previous day's clothes in a huff, shoving himself into his slacks and turtleneck. Pilat went for his blazer and paused, realizing just how battered it had gotten after the years of wearing it. He rubbed at the collar with his thumb; it was worn in places from all the heists and scuffs he'd been in, and it still smelled of last night's pot and brandy. Pilat fondly looked over to the boss's back, set his blazer on the bed, and crawled over to hug him from behind. Skunk made a satisfied hum upon feeling Pilat's tan arms wrap around him.

"Let's do it again," Pilat whispered.

"No." Skunk was uniform. "I gotta make some phone calls and see if we can go back to town."

"And after that...?"

"Probably gonna tune up the van."

Pilat gently pulled the boss onto his back, slinking up his side to straddle him. Skunk lay stiff, unimpressed, biting into the end of his cigarette as Pilat gazed down at him. As sultry as he could say it, Pilat asked, "Can you fit me in later, or more like, fit in me...?"

Skunk took his cigarette out and blew a stream of smoke into the younger man's face. "Classy. Get off me."

Pilat gasped, stumbling off. Skunk turned away and headed to the door. He recognized the sound of a blazer being hucked onto the floor and stopped with a sigh, hand on the doorknob. He looked over his shoulder, groaning, "Kiddo..."

"I always turn you out when you need it," Pilat whined.

"Pilat. I have shit to do."

"I have needs too!"

"Yeah, you need to eat your fuckin' breakfast and come help with the van!"

"Why can't you work on it?!"

"Because I've got a goddamned hangover, Pilat! What do you think I pay you to do around here?!"

Pilat made a loud, guttural groan in resignation, turning away. Skunk drunk himself to excess all the time, but now of all times, it seemed like the biggest inconvenience that time and nature could have possibly dumped on them.

"I'd say," Pilat spat, unable to stop himself. "You pay me to keep your boozy ass together! I bet you'd be out cold on the fucking pavement without me!"

Skunk froze.

Pilat struggled to read the expression on his boss's face, but he couldn't catch anything. This was something entirely new. Skunk turned to him, arms hanging flaccid at his sides, and stared at him with hollow eyes.

He said calmly, "Get out of my room."

Pilat grabbed his blazer and bolo tie and bolted out of the room, hearing the door slam behind him. He felt a chill run up his spine. Oh fuck, oh fuck, he thought to himself. I've really fucked up this time.

He stumbled up the hall, shoving his arms through his blazer with his tie in his teeth. He was relieved to see Ox heading to the garage room. The larger man heard Pilat gasping for air and turned, confused, becoming increasingly so as he saw Pilat flailing up the hall.

Ox looked him up and down. "H-Pilat, the hell are you running from?"

"C-Can I go with you to Avalon?!" Pilat half-yelled. "I, uh, need to get outta here for a bit!"

Far up the hall came the distinct sound of someone driving kicks into the wall over and over. Ox's head slowly swiveled to stare down at Pilat, with the larger man knowing full well that Skunk was the source.

"What the fuck did you do?" Ox asked plainly.

"I...I...just a...fight, y'know?" Pilat tried to wear a casual smile that only made him look like he was at gunpoint.

Ox groaned, rolling his eyes before sinking his face into his hand. He complained, "I'm not gonna be in shit for this, am I?"

"N-No, I can vouch for y-"

"What exactly did you do?!"

"Nothing. Nothing, man. Let's just go." Pilat hurried ahead of Ox, aware that he was shaking. Ox breathed in deeply, exhaled, and then followed him to the car.

"Okay, but like," Ox tried to focus on the road ahead, letting his right hand wave on every other word. "You get that's a real shitty thing to say, right?"

"He was being shitty, too!" Pilat lay across the back seat, unbuckled.

"Yeah, but like, you kinda topped off the shit pile with that line, kid."

Pilat stared down at the car floor, ashamed.

"Think about it. He knows he's got a problem. Skunk's fuckin' ugly all around. I don't know how you see him, but that's sure how he sees himself. How long've you two been foolin' around? Two years, right? And then he just gets told that you think he'd be dead without him."

"The...the boss isn't that helpless," the younger man said desperately. "A-And I didn't really mean it."

"Then why say it?"

Silence.

Ox grunted, making a turn on the road. He said, "Well, you sure didn't stick around to clear things up, huh? At least help me with the shit today."

Trips to Avalon didn't normally feel this empty and cold.

It was a small township some kilometres outside Metro City, mostly containing a decent shopping district and some dinky little restaurants. The town could be described as the gang's preferred mix of useful and sleazy. It was serviced by the police station of another city, which meant that anybody in the gang but Skunk was free to walk around there.

Deep inside the Shop EZ Supermarket, the bulking but momentarily docile Ox went about picking cooking items off the shelf. He held a box of EZ Cakes over his basket, asking, "You think the guys want mini cakes again?"

"Yeah. Sure," Pilat sighed.

Ox dropped the box into his basket with a sigh. He grunted, "Did you at least go get the cocktail mix?"

"Yeah."

Ox glanced back at Pilat. The younger man looked tiredly at the ground, absentmindedly fidgeting with one of the cords of his bolo tie. He limply held onto the neck of the margarita mix bottle in his other hand. Ox sighed, and he wasn't sure if he did it out of annoyance or pity.

"Kid, why don't you go grab a treat for yourself?"

Pilat looked up, apprehensive. "Well...there's a hot rod magazine at the front of the store, but..."

"Grab it, then."

"But it's $10.99!"

"Kid, go get it."

"But it's the boss's money!"

"Kid." Ox put down his basket, moving his hands to Pilat's shoulders, pulling his posture up. Ox's voice was calm, in a gravelly and tired way. "Listen to me already. Get the magazine. Years ago, the boss personally appointed me with executive decision. I'm his backup. If the boss is out of town, or he gets kacked, I'm the one who takes over on the spot. Y'know what that means?"

Pilat barely held back a shudder at the idea of Skunk dying. He sputtered, "W-What's it mean?"

"It means," Ox continued, stern, "That if the boss isn't around, and if I tell someone to do somethin', it's completely authorized by the boss's word."

"O-Oh."

"So go get the goddamn magazine."

"O-O-Okay."

"Can you think of anything else we need?" Ox asked, staring out at the road as he drove. Pilat mumbled an "nuh-uh" from the backseat, sitting among a small sea of shopping bags.

The younger man looked tiredly up from his hot rod magazine. "Uh...maybe candy. That's just me. We already got plenty of booze for the week."

Ox nodded. The gang went through liquor like a family went through milk. Having a supply taken care of put him at ease, and he bit hard into his lip. His destination couldn't come soon enough.

"Wait, Ox, do we need to pick up any...y'know..."

"We'll get the pot on the way outta town."

Ox suddenly pulled into the twee parking lot beside a white, steel gate-lined building that reminded Pilat of a small Texan ranch building. On the other side of the street, a baseball field sheathed by thirty-foot-tall netting walls. The field's emptiness made the adjacent fancy buildings feel almost as vapid. Pilat set down his magazine and looked to the rear view window, hoping to meet Ox's eyes and get an explanation. The larger man turned in his seat, smirking as he rifled through his wallet.

"There's an arcade and strip mall just up the way we came," Ox said quickly. "Here's a hundred dollars. Go nuts."

Pilat took the bills in hand, anxious. "What do you need here?"

"Some pussy. Look at the sign, genius."

Pilat looked back to the ranch style house, focused his eyes, and immediately groaned in disgust. Bunny Ranch.

"What, kid? You want a date, too?"

"Fuck off," Pilat spat as he climbed out of the car.

Almost cackling, Ox got out of the driver's side door and strolled up to the gate. He waved off, "I'll be half an hour!"

Pilat headed the opposite way up the street, the bills tucked into his blazer pocket, feeling almost nude. He was alone. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd truly been alone, physically, since he'd started working for Skunk. It felt alien as he walked up the empty street, a divide between the ominous tall baseball nets and the bleached white small businesses. At that moment, Pilat knew he was just some guy on the street. He quickly realized how much he didn't like the feeling.

Pilat turned on his heels and ran back to the brothel parking lot. A stitch in his side was blossoming but he didn't care. Pilat just didn't want to be out in the road alone.

He reached the passenger's side door and yanked on the door latch. Locked. Shit. Pilat was ready to slump against the side of the car before the remote unlock chirped merrily. His wide eyes searched the area for Ox, catching him in a window on the second floor. Ox waved smugly, before a feminine brown arm pulled him out of view.

Disgusted but grateful, Pilat climbed into the car and sank into his seat with a sulk. He thought, out of breath, He'll probably not notice if I just hold onto the hundred bucks.

There was half a joint discarded in the car ashtray. Swiping it up, Pilat decided that nobody would miss it either.

They made it back to the hideout around 6 PM. Ox brought the car into their garage, pleased to see Vito and a few of the straggler henchmen toying away at the van. He parked, honked twice, and guffawed at the sight of the scrawny balding man smacking his head on the underside of the hood.

"Coglioni!" Vito hollered at their car. Ox cackled, giving Pilat a gentle elbow to the side. He turned and was less than thrilled to see Pilat forlorn in his seat.

"Kid, c'mon, you've been like this for hours," he grunted.

"I'm a-afraid of the boss."

Ox turned back to the steering wheel and groaned. He gave Pilat a half-assed pat on the shoulder before getting out of the car. Pilat plied himself out of his seat, as Ox pulled a case of bottled Yebisu from a freezer bag and began carrying it over to the workshop area.

"The brewman cometh," he shouted, eliciting one man's cheer. "Food and more's in the back seat!"

Vito spotted Pilat some metres away and gave him a beaming grin. "Hey, kid, so that's where you were all day!" Vito made a wave at the van with the wrench in his hand. "The boss had me work on this damn thing 'cause he didn't know where you were!"

"Y-Yeah, I..." Pilat tried to pretend that hadn't hurt. "...I wanted some fresh air. You...need help with it?"

"Nah, we've got it almost done..." Vito stopped and grabbed a bottle of beer. "You can take a look if you want."

Pilat stepped closer, trying to focus on the van. "Where's the boss, anyway?"

Vito stopped mid-chug. "Hmm? Uh, he's in the bath. He's already called Boon in town, and we can head back in tomorrow."

Someone cheered again. Pilat stared into the hood of the van, nodding approvingly. Vito had done a good job. It wasn't as if Pilat was the only man in the gang who knew how to fix a car, it was that it wasn't a chore to him.

He jolted at the feeling of something cold against his face. Pilat turned, finding Ox pressing a bottle of beer into his cheek. The larger man smirked, saying, "Why don't you go bring one to the boss?"

"S-S-Sure," Pilat sputtered. "I'll b-be back soon."

Ox shouted at the other lackeys, "Which one of ya trashbags wants to help put things away?"

Pilat left the garage, making the longest trek of his life through the hill place and up the hallway to the boss's bathroom. It was a cute little room with wavy cube glass, and with steps up to a raised tub – hell, he and the boss had even gotten busy in there more than twice – but in that moment, Pilat would rather slither away into the factory crawlspace.

He reached the door and stood in front of it, rigid. He struggled to keep a grip on the beer, feeling like it would slip out of his clammy hand, while his other hand hung in the air, ready to knock.

Pilat breathed in, then out, then screwed his eyes shut. He drove his knuckles into the door like he was fighting it off.

"Who's there?!" Skunk shouted within.

Pilat tried to speak, only making little gasps for air until he was able to choke out, "M-Me!"

A pause. "Come in."

With jittery hands, Pilat turned the knob and squirmed into the room, staring down at the floor so he wouldn't accidentally meet the boss's eyes. He closed the door with his elbow, and stood there, somber. He inhaled through clenched teeth and made himself look up.

Skunk sat in a newly-drawn bath, eyes bleary from booze as he stared back at Pilat. His arm hung limply off the side of the tub, and his sickly blueish skin clashed against the Pepto Bismol pink tiles.

Pilat forced himself to walk forward, feeling like he was locked on a track, and shakily set the beer bottle on the tub step.

Forcing a smile, Pilat sputtered, "I b-b-brou...ght...?"

Skunk nodded stiffly. "Dismissed."

That was how the boss talked to entry level henchmen.

Still wearing the forced grin, Pilat took a few steps back, trying to make an orderly path back to the door. He stumbled into the towel rack and screeched as it connected with his shoulder blade. He fell to his knees, gasping.

Wincing at the volume, Skunk turned, mumbling, "Pilat..."

Pilat half-screamed, "I didn't mean it!"

Skunk's eyes widened. He slid closer to the tub edge. "Pilat?"

"You're such a fucking dick but I didn't mean it," Pilat wailed. "I'm sorry, boss! I just—!"

"Pilat, c'mere—"

"I'm so sorry," Pilat sobbed, crawling up the steps to the bathtub. He looked up, his face a mess of tears and mucus. He'd been holding it back all day and now he could hardly breathe. A bit panicked, Skunk reached out with wet arms and pulled the smaller man into a hug. Pilat shook, wailing with sobs, while Skunk held onto him shyly.

"...I shouldn't have blown you off," Skunk said quietly.

Pilat made a pained wheeze. He let his head fall against Skunk's shoulder as he cried, the warm tears running against Skunk's cold damp skin. Pilat's clothes were getting wet and snotty and he didn't care. His mouth opened and closed as he struggled against what he was trying to say.

"I-I...!" He gasped. "I th-thought you'd k-kick me outta th-the gang-!"

"I thought you'd quit the gang. Thought you were finally sick of me."

Pilat looked up with a jolt, his big bewildered and teary brown eyes trying to meet Skunk's stare. He weakly shook his head as he sniffled, "I-I don't wanna go."

"...Kid, you're gonna make me cry too," Skunk tried to say with a laugh. But they both knew it was true. Skunk sighed and kept holding Pilat against him, waiting for the smaller man's sobs to fade away. Time crash landed, and they sat there in silence, save for Pilat's occasional sniffs and hiccups.

After some time, Skunk whispered as reassuringly as he could, "You wanna climb in?"

Pilat nodded, blearily wiping his nose on his sleeve, before slipping just his shoes off. Skunk eased him into the tub, and the two lay tangled in the water. It was still hot and smelled of lavender. Skunk must have used one of the bath bombs Pilat had been hoarding. Breathing in, Pilat finally felt safe again, and sunk into Skunk's chest.

"I want you to be nicer to me," he mumbled.

Skunk nodded. "I'm gonna try, kid."

The bath water saturated his clothes, a slow and tickling kind of feeling, and Pilat felt the stress from his body begin to finally fade away. He let his eyes close. He whispered, "It's just such a pain, like...like..."

"Mm?"

"When...you're...nice to me like this, I..." Pilat sighed, letting the words tumble out. "...I feel like I might be in love with you."

Skunk, eyes now wide, looked down at Pilat as if the younger man had just screamed. He asked, tense, "Is...is this a put-on?"

"N-No!" Pilat gasped, squirming up to meet the boss's dark brown eyes.

The two of them looked at each other for a moment, trying to adjust to the new mood in the room. Skunk turned to the side, a nervous laugh escaping his throat, before he tried to relax against the back of the tub again. He knew he couldn't.

All of the good times they'd had together added up in Skunk's head, and he took it in, still in a daze. All the heists. The goofing around. The fooling around. Why he always felt more comfortable and personable when Pilat was at his side. Why they kept drifting back together, even after jail or different hide-outs split them up. Why he didn't want to fool around with anyone but Pilat. Skunk had started to realize what the heavy, oozy feeling in his chest that he'd always felt around Pilat really was.

"It's okay if you don't, uh...y'know..." Pilat trailed off, turning away too.

"It's not that, Pil. I just..." Skunk lay there stunned. "...So this is what it's like?"

"Maybe not with us screaming down the house, boss." Pilat paused. "But yeah."

"...This is one hell of a day," Skunk breathed. This made Pilat laugh, and while Skunk hadn't meant the remark that way, he was just glad to hear Pilat make happy noises again. He rubbed at the smaller man's upper back, grateful.

"...So you wanna stay in the gang?"

Pilat looked up shyly. "Yeah."

"Good. I'd miss you if you left."

Silence again. Pilat sighed, finally asking, "What do we do now?"

"We just be ourselves, kid." Skunk shrugged. "I go easier on you, and you keep working for me. We'll take it as it goes."

"I just can't believe we've been doing it for so long and nobody said it."

"I vaguely remember saying "I love you", but I think we were drunk. And probably in the back of the old van."

"God, that's probably the most "ourselves" we could be, huh?"

Skunk snorted laughing. He smirked, "Yeah, I guess, huh?"