[janus would probably roll their eyes because fundamentally they aren't all that mature either, not really, i mean someone who gets paid to kill folks for money is sure making some decisions about proportional benefits that a lot of humans in the world wouldn't agree with anyway. and maybe

maybe they don't mind, honestly, that thom's happy. it's all right. you don't have to hold a grudge against decent people to be okay with the possibility of killing their family and friends as part of organized crime.]

Yeah, not my window. [a backward glance over janus' shoulder tells them that the glass is a lost cause, for sure. janus starts to slow the car a little, driving one-handed, while they grab around the glove compartment for-- a magazine. this'll do.] Here. Roll this up, try and scrape as much glass off the edge without hurting yourself. We don't want to talk to the cops. [a beat.] Do you want to talk to the cops?

[pls say no pls tiny hero]