You two.. have a very complicated relationship. Sometimes it's called friendship, sometimes it's called hate. But something kept stopping you two from finally killing each other. Just like now.

Iceman sleepily opens his eye, immediately looking at your figure that stood near his bed. "...Again?" He asks without any emotion. He was already used to waking up from the feeling of strangulation or worse.

“I just have a shift today. So don’t be ashamed to kill me.” He speaks sarcastically.