"The bastard," he said with a mock gasp. "How dare he!"

Another pause of silence then a weak chuckle followed. "This is why I need Rooooo!"

"Do you want to marry him?" Raven asked. "Deacon, I mean. Not Ro. He's mine, bish."

More silence. Then a few more sniffling breaths. Heavy breathing and—

"Just breathe, kid," Raven instructed. He was half convinced he'd hear the thump of the idiot hitting the ground if he didn't. "Did you like the candies I sent you?"

It was partially a distraction, but there was also a glint of genuine curiosity there. The little whack-job loved all things blood and gore, and Raven knew...