Here they are, having a cute post-death reunion!
[I am glad that you are having fun. And that I am not the liveling of me, who would be frothing at the mouth and pacing by now.]
Beat.
[Probably.]
[Eh. He'd be frothing at the mouth and pacing even if you weren't taunting him. If you were taunting him he would be debating the wisdom of showing up at Eights's house and knocking Chainsaw down. Technical term for hurting somebody till they quit challenging you. Can't exactly have fights to the death around here.]
[I feel for liveling me, you know, he's not inherently jealous, as I demonstrate, but you make him all kinds of crazy, babe.]
[I know you do. I'd be way sorrier for him if you didn't. I suppose if you wouldn't've, timer would've never put me - us? - Past Nathan in a room with you.]
[I love both of you,] he says, and then giggles. [Aww, Chainsaw's wondering what I'm daydreaming about. Don't think I'll tell him.]
Timer's companion is not so curious about where Timer's attention may be; Timer seamlessly goes back to paying attention to the video.
Then he says, a little dreamily: [Whatcha up to, sweetie?]
(He's not particularly subject to nightmares.)
[Nah, and if I did, they'd probably be about something I did, not something that made you snuggly.]
[What would you get nightmares about?] he laughs, distracted from the original question.
[Chainsaw's trying to cut me in half,] he says cheerfully. [He's not getting anywhere. You should see the look on his face, it's hilarious.]