Dennis was building up a sweat doing all the work as Jander just stood there. Fuck, why had he asked the other git around there in the first place? A moment of panic.
"'Course I've been fucking listening," he snapped. "Been a little fucking busy carrying this body and doing all the bloody work."
"Go and write a suicide note or something. I'm sure you're good with flowery words." He couldn't resist the jibe. "No need to get yer hands dirty doin' that."