Better, Carver thinks. That's better. They're smiling and joking with each other like it's normal. He wants so badly to believe it. He rests his head against Bossie's and sighs, some of the tension draining out.

It'll be okay. He'll make sure of it.

"You brat," he murmurs. "You're a goddamn menace, I swear. Now I gotta prove it, don't I?"