W-What?! Al, no, you can't do that to me.

[ he huffs and prods his brother's metal armor with an equally metal foot, the clank a satisfying sound. ]

I'll leave a note, saying you did it. I'll frame you, you know. It won't be quite a lie, either. It's conspiracy, sending me back there to die. Thanks, Al, I really appreciate it.

[ he yawns again though and lets his limbs fall to his sides, sprawled on the bed too much like a fussy child unwilling to sleep. there are dark circles under his eyes, and he rolls onto his side, taking the blanket with him. ]

But I guess I'll forgive you this once. Let you leave me to die by the hands of the Rockbells' wrenches. [ a broad grin. ]