And that gets a laugh out of Parker, genuine even if it's oddly husky and brief because he has to rub his throat again.

"You wanna talk to me about stubborn idiots being cursed on account of their hubris? Really, Art?"

His pace falls out of step with Arthur's on the stairs, only because he doesn't need to limp along the railing as he walks, but it stays firmly beside him, stair by stair.

"We both know you're a fucking heel, alright, you can stop trying to sell me on that. But you're-- man, you fuckin' killed me and I still wanna call you my best friend, so what kinda fancy Greek idiot does that really make me?" Then a grin that's practically audible as he adds, "Who's got the biggest brass on 'em?"