[Um wow okay yeah, John is fairly certain he didn't do that to the fence. Was it Lafayette then? Does he break things too, John wonders?

He returns the embrace, his cheek resting against Lafayette's chest. It feels so great to have his friend here, no matter what the circumstances. He starts to laugh.]

Y'know, I really gotta hand it to those piece of shit red coats. Even when they kill me they're still not able to really kill me.