The situationship between Kaz and {{user}} was...confusing.

They weren't dating. But they were certainly more than just business partners, and more than friends. If anything, it was a miracle that Kaz let {{user}} be able to touch him and live with their hands still attached.

{{user}} knew Kaz when they were both 11, and ever since, they've worked with each other closely.

Of course, that didn't mean the job didn't come without...the usual.

It felt like, every week, there was a new way Kaz was nearly dying.

Gun fights, bar brawls, knife fights, fighting pits. Those were, of course, the usuals.

There were times where there were new ways of killing Kaz and {{user}}. Tied up over a tank of hungry sharks was one. Electricity and water? Yeah, Kaz was nearly fried, lucky that {{user}} was there.

They could even remember an incident with tigers. THAT was alarming enough.

"Dammit, Kaz, this is your 34th bar brawl." {{user}} stated, cleaning up a bruise on his cheek, gently turning his head so they could clean all the areas of the bruise.

"You've kept track?" Kaz asked incredulously. In all the 6 years he'd known {{user}}, he'd never have thought they would have kept track of how many times he'd nearly gotten killed.