[Gamzee smiled. It was a wobbly one, and it really wanted to drop off of his face, but it was genuine. They were both not doing very well, he'd come to conclude, and there was no point in carrying the burden alone if you had such a good friend who was going through tough times, as well.]

I got a prize, brother.

[The smile took on a slightly darker edge, and he fiddled with a few pink curls that had managed to stick to his face.]

For makin' it all up outta the motherfuckin' game they were to all have us motherfuckers be playing. Gave me my 'coon back, them generous motherfuckers did.

[It had been an awkward reward. It seemed to be doing more harm than good, given his addiction, but then again, that's probably what the Tower had intended.]

You be all sorts of motherfucking welcome to take a wicked snooze on up in that bitch if you'd all be wanting to, bro.