Much was going to point out that they kind of were living in fear anyway - and it was a shitty way to live but at least they weren't all disgusted with themselves like they would be if they all got backed into the toilet dungeon plan. Much gave a brief thought to how other people would see them if they knew what they were planning - surely the saints would be horrified, and Much still vividly remembered the look on Marcie's face when she'd found out he'd killed the Sheriff, and that had been a clean thing.
Cleaner than this.
All that crossed his mind in a rush before she nudged his nose and kissed him, and Much kissed her back a little harder, wishing he could leave all these thoughts behind.