As it turned out, being immortal didn’t make him very wise. It just kind of made him desperate.
“Couldn’t you have waited until the train wasn’t rushing by?” his companion chided, helping out by making it so that the pieces of his body wouldn’t have to go as far to return to him. The other man didn’t flinch when picking up the flaps of skin and shredded muscle. Fortunately for him, it seemed.
“The train was so gatdammned long.” His jaw was back in place now, so he could talk about it. Probably why the other waited so long to ask him what the deal was.
“Now you have to wait even longer. You didn’t even save any time, you wasted it. Especially considering just how far down the tracks the rest of you likely is by now.”
He sighed. He was going to be hearing about this for weeks, if not months. “Well, if ya bring my leg over here, I’ll be able to walk to the rest of me.”
“I’m feeling unappreciated.”
“Come on, you’re plenty ‘ppreciated. Just because I’m grumpy don’t mean a thing about the level of appreciation.”
“Hm. Perhaps you even mean that.”
The rest of the evening was spent piecing him back together.