[It's infectious- though he doesn't quite laugh the corners of his lips quirk and he tosses the pillow to the side of the bed, allowing himself another exaggerated roll of the eyes at the shit he puts up with.]

You don't think I haven't already blamed you for getting me stuck with him? 'Prior experience,' I wonder if it's in some record around here.

[He raises his brow.] You think complimenting me will make up for the fact it's your fault I'm stuck with him? [He says dryly before shaking his head.] You should hear the place this guy is from Jim, it's horror movie fodder. His father somehow comes up with the technology to build fake, working organs for transplant- for financing. If someone can't pay they actually repossess the organ. They legally kill people on the damned streets left and right.