Occasionally. I don't credit him with an overabundance of common sense. After all. He is a thief. And a mandman. And friends with me. That alone speaks volumes as to how much common sense he has.

[He scrubs his face with a slow grunt, blinking back an odd lethargy. This week had been exhausting. The days before even more so.]

I haven't murdered anyone yet. So. I think I'm doing well.