"You're not fucking wrong." He admitted, inching back a little to let the older man move the body further in, before resuming digging a little bit more. Half leaning against the shovel as he eyed the area a moment. Sizing up if more digging needed to be done or not for a moment. He didn't like the feeling, being alone.
After a few more moments, he glanced up at Tommy, hesitating in his question. What if the older criminal thought he was a freak? More so then before. "Can I kiss you?" He tried. The worst the other could do was tell him no, after all.