"Jesus Christ... I guess it's true what they say about scorned women." Hey, he might bust some balls once in a while, but even he knows when to back off some things. Usually. And they're sharing personal shit, not the time to joke right now.

Especially with potential, impending death.

"Guessing that kid isn't yours either, huh?" He reaches over the narrow distance between them to give him a quick pat on the shoulder.

"Sorry, man. Hey, maybe there'll be someone else that'll show up. You never know. I mean, if we live through the night."

He sighs. "Sorry, just in case, that I'm the guy you're stuck with in your potential final moments. I mean, I am damn fine company..."