Eight reached down to wipe a hand over the wet spot on his pants, then brushed it across his brother's cheek.

Seven grinned and licked him across the face, "You're a mess,"

He giggled. "An' I like it that way," he said, reaching up to nuzzle Seven's cheek and create a sticky mix of fluids.

"Why doncha come back home wif me?" Seven suggested.

"You treat me better than ol' sug'," Randy VIII cooed.

"Ol' Sug? That what you callin' 'im now?" asked Seven.

Eight grinned and shrugged. "Sug', sugar, whatever else I see fit."

"Why you call him sugar?" asked Seven.

"Ionno, I call everybody sugar," said Randy VIII... though he was aware that he used the name more on Kurt than anyone else.

"But it's becoming Kurt's name, you don't use it quite the same with everyone else as you do him," said Seven.

"Yeah, I know," Randy VIII admitted. "I guess it just stuck. He is awful sweet."

"Sweet? Him? Baby Boy we talkin' bout the same Kurt?" asked Seven.

Eight chuckled softly. "Ain't all that nice to me, I guess... but it's in there."

"How you know?" asked Seven, "I sure don't see it,"

"I seen how much he loves his kids, how he is when 'e's workin' in that garden... Even just to hear 'im talk about life... He ain't a bad man at all," said Randy VIII. "An' you know, when he come askin' around about that guy who killed Mother, I... I asked 'im to come inside an' we talked a little bit."

"He didn't try to kill you on the spot?" Seven raised his eyebrows.