[ he'll take the half of that that sounds more like a laugh as a win, waiting until she pulls away to sit back himself, brows arched. ]

Told you. [ and then with a smile, he'll reach out and kind of tussle the top of her head, standing to reach down and pick up the discarded rag. ] You don't have to apologize, either. Half the shit that happens out there is enough to make me want to cry myself to sleep maybe every other night. So.

[ shrug. ]