"You got the curls, but brown? Snow is where it's at," Tommy counters with a laugh.

But it's the only chance he gets before the next blows, and yeah, he laughs when those pass too, even if it's bleeding and he's on his way to a shiner.

"Red's my mom's color," he says as he collapses back on his bed. "I'm the green guy."

But fuck he's sore.

"Just think about what I said. No reason to be fucking enemies, dipshit. We're all just as trapped as you."