"Knew it," Daniel mumbles to himself. "Of course, I could just be dreaming that you're saying that. Brains are weird."

Okay, he's still a little high.

"I'll have you know that dragging my sorry ass around is a privilege, and you should start acting that way," he says, half-turning to prod Jake in the chest with his right hand. Bad choice, because that makes him remember the brand on his wrist exists and he doubles over. "Fuck, fuck fuck fucking fuckery Russia shitting Jesus Christ balls." He glances up at his partner, sweating. "Can we get assigned to Tahiti next time? Russia doesn't agree with me, I'm afraid."