[It's good that neither of them talk about these feelings, to be honest. It would use up their emotions quota for a good, what- five years? Maybe longer. There are some things that just need to be left unsaid, and that's how much neither of them want the other gone.]

It's me, what'd you expect? No incesto. [Dave may sound defiant, but the look he's giving him suggests that Dave really ought to suck it up, so it's not surprising when he finally does.] I could make it so much gayer, but I ain't going t- fuck-

[Dave's dropping onto him and he cuts off, nearly going under before getting himself back upright. Somewhere along the lines, he has it in him to find Dave's arm and pull it around in front of his face so that he can bite him.

Worst pillow ever.

Either way, he gets himself together enough so that he can then cling to the door frame, so that Dave can get himself oriented, too.]

Put those on and then we'll go. [A beat.] You taste like ass, by the way. You needed to stay on the vine, you ain't ripe at all.