[ She tips her head his way to acknowledge the returned— condolences, or whatever you want to call them. Not like there’s a neat word for this situation. ]

Y’want me to pinky swear it?

[ The grin that she flashes him could definitely be described as shit-eating. Hey, she’s still a shit, they both know this. She’ll fill the gap of whatever was gonna come out of his mouth with something else joking. But it settles into something a little less cheeky, after a second. ]

Nah, you’re not gonna get rid of me that easy. Don’t think the universe would let either of us get off that scot-free anyway.