Killer grinned up at Murder in content, lighting his cigarette for him. Just a few minutes earlier Murder had tried to overdose on his medication and now Killer had pushed him to a "timeout", which really just meant he had dragged him outside to go smoke. In Killer's perspective, that was quite literally the best he could do after scraping his, very sickly, but alive 'buddy' off the ground. Killer could feel Murder's eyes on him. He couldn't contain a giddy feeling, finally getting what he craved all so much. Attention. Well, he had quite carelessly layed his head down on Murder's lap to use him as a pillow. Killer could almost sense the burning dislike in his gaze, attempt at tension after that all too serious situation. Killer couldn't muster any worry. Anyway. Murder shifted lightly. Killer guessed he was uncomfortable. Murder proceeded to just shrug it off though. Damn, he wasn't even surprised at Killer's violation of personal space, was he? Quite a shame, frankly. "Hmmm, what's on yer mind, Dusty? Your evil thoughts catching up to you again?" He asked, hoping for at least some sort of entertainment from Murder's response.