"Scars are sexy, you know? Be nicer to me and one day I'll lick every last one." He knew these were wrong promises to make to a man who basically hated him and he didn't much like him either but he didn't think they'd ever reach a point like that. It was all just empty words. Of course it was.

"I learned a long time ago. I think so." He pulled a face, trying to think about it. He didn't really do that kind of thing. "Daddy got me a shiny gun! White gold and black casing. I love it." Never used it but shiny.