He frowned, “well—yea sure. Anythin,” he cleared his throat, “I jumped outta window once or twice.”
He laughed a little quietly, not wanting to wake up the rest of the team, “the first time I got dared to—triple dog dared. Ya don’t back out of those, unless you a wet blanket. So, obviously I didn’t.”
He laid on his back, smiling softly at the ceiling, “shot right outta a second story window—don’t get too excited though, we putta’ mattress and other shit for me to land on. We weren’t that fuckin reckless.”
He bit his lip, trying to think of other silly things say. He really didn’t want the sniper to be bored either, who would want to be bored after a horrendous nightmare?