"It wasn't that bad," Conlan said in response to Joe's comment about the orphanage. He'd heard worse stories about orphanage life than his. "Squeaky wheel gets the grease." Conlan remembered Joe had mentioned his brother had gotten into trouble a lot.
"I know, it's like 'The Village' and shit out here." It was sad they had to go to this length to be alone, but the mansion was pretty crowded as of late. Plus, no one seemed to be able to stay out of each other's business. Everyone was probably just bored; nine months of cabin fever was probably to blame.
"Yeah, but instead of Nazis, it'll be flesh eating zombies. Oh, don't say that too loud, George Lucas is already working on it." Conlan couldn't help but laugh at his own joke. He unintentionally leaned into Joe as he laughed, he hadn't realized how close he was sitting to the healer. Conlan wasn't in any hurry to move off of Joe's shoulder.