"Mentally hilarious," Duo yelled after him. "Get it right!" Like that grin was fooling anyone. Not with those tense shoulders. But Duo wasn't going to call Dick on it. So the guy didn't like dead bodies. It wasn't like many people did.
He knelt down by the sad pile of former people, knocked a broken skull aside -- watched it shatter like ripe fruit against the wall -- and searched through the bodies until he found a set of stiff leather things that might once have been shoes. They covered his feet. They would do.
"Don't eat that," he told Absinthe absently, as he carefully tugged the possibly-shoes over his feet -- ow ow ow -- and stood up, nudging the corpse he'd stolen from back into place with his toes. "Thanks, pal."
He turned away and hesitated. Turned back. Glanced over his shoulder to make sure Kisame and Dick had made it back inside, and ducked his head. He twisted the cross hanging from his wrist and said quietly, "Hope you ended up in a better place. Save a spot for me, eh?"
Sometimes you had to say it. Even if you didn't really believe it.
"Grilled cheese!" announced Absinthe, and leapt back up onto his shoulder. Duo laughed, shoved his hands into his pockets where no one could see them shake, and headed back to the bar.