He instinctively watches when Lazarus moves. Having been here so often, he's witnessed the progression of his recovery, and always keeps an eye on it. The lack of a limp is encouraging.

He pulls up a chair when motioned to do so, sitting as Micah makes that quip about having not killed each other yet. That gets a brief, nervous laugh out of him, the same as that joke about serial killers in their first conversation. Micah keeps unintentionally hitting awkward topics with his jokes.

"It's fine." And it is, really. At least sort of. It could be far, far worse at any rate. "We're getting along okay."

Which is at least more than could be said for their Others.