"Heh. Here I thought I was your best friend, and you were doing me a favor, but you are handing out this shit like candy?" Ghost laughed as he tossed an arm over Damon's shoulder. "How are you doing these days? You sure have bounced back pretty well."
Damon smirked, letting Ghost's arm weigh down on his shoulder without brushing it off. "Candy? Please. You think I'm Santa Claus? I don't hand this kind of thing to just anyone. Slam Dunk needed it. You…" his crimson eyes flicked sideways, sharp and amused, "already have enough ways to get yourself killed without me adding poison vials to the mix. Forget about me. How are you doing? Did you take care of your problem yet?"
Ghost shook his head with a bitter smile. "Nope. Still running around in circles."
