-I laugh and hug him to hide what I whisper- I'm not killing anyone. And I doubt you're gonna kill me. Therefore we aren't going anywhere. Get comfty. Laugh or act happy or something when I let go. -I let go slowly acting reluctant. Like Chris is my best friend ever-
Chris: me to. That'll be your job, getting food, I'll be the... One that gets his hands bloody... *frowns, then smiles quickly* we'll get home.
-I hope he's acting and laugh softly- It's gonna be weird, going home and never seeing my partner through all this ever again
Chris: no. We'll sneak in a get them back *whisper* next time no one will die. We just have to get through this.