Christmas:
"Yeah, that really sucks," Christmas agreed, still using a hypothetical tone of voice. She unfolded herself and rested the gun between her knees.
"You probably had some big fights in ten years, huh?" For some reason it was very easy to imagine the old man telling the wife where she'd be without him.
Christmas rolled 2 using 1d100. Insight.
The man looked at Christmas. His face held an expression of something like peace.
"When you live day-in, day-out with somebody, sharing what you got and watching each other's backs, one day you notice you just don't got much to fight about."
He turned back to the road.