[Dave doesn't mind. He honestly can't judge since his laugh sounds like the type of laughs where someone has been laughing too much and need air. Or something like that. And he finds that it isn't so bad. Because John is laughing. And things aren't as awkward as he thought they would be. And god damn, he can't help but smile. Shit is infectious.]

<<'Sorry John. We're going to be stuck together and ever now. Since I'm the Player, that makes me the husband apparently. You're my bride and damsel in distress and I'm sworn to protect you.'>> [Wow this is the most ridiculous vow ever.]