And again. He'd thought that his memories of how obnoxious Schuldig was were pretty accurate and those had been bad enough. Apparently time had softened his memories. Great. Just. Fucking. Great.

"If you kept out of people's lives, then maybe there wouldn't be so many people who want you dead," he said flatly to Schuldig.

A pained sigh escaped him. "That's what I meant to say." He looked Schuldig in the eyes, trying to make it clear that this wasn't some declaration of trust or anything. "I'll work with you for now. But the first sign of you messing with my head and you're dead, Schwartz."