Oswald had been busy that evening. Between the new operation and trying to keep the families off his back, he hadn’t really had time to check on his right-hand man.

So, when they came in, looking rather pale, he paused. It was then he remembered the call that they had made a while before. He knew that look in their eye. He’d seen it in many a mirror. Their first kill. Slowly, he set down his papers, coming over.

“Anyone see you?” he said in a low tone, dipping his head to meet their lowered gaze. At the slight shake of their head, he stepped closer, carefully drawing them in. He placed a hand on the back of their head comfortingly.

“...It gets easier.”