[ The undeniably dumb bitch in question can't help huffing out a small, tired laugh at his answer. The look on her face is both rueful and a little fond. Really, it shouldn't have caught her off guard to hear him say it back. He's always said that shit so easily — and meant every fucking word too.

She wanders back over to the bed, sinking down onto it with an exhale. ]

Guess that makes us both the same kind of stupid.

[ But... Yeah. Okay. She can live with this. And there's a strange catharsis that's started to settle in. All the tension from before ebbs away. She takes another drag off her dwindling cigarette before going on, wry as she ever is: ]

Better not be letting anyone else shove their fingers in that damn wound. You'll be stuck here forever, and I think the fucking cat's starting to miss you.