Denver:Pretty, huh?
Shepard:What? I’m a teenager with eyes, hormones, and an always-half-hard dick. Yes, you’re hot, Den.
Shepard:Don’t make it weird.
Denver:I won’t.
Denver:You’re hot too, Shep.
Shepard:You just made it weird.
Denver:EYE ROLL EMOJI
Shepard:You know you can just use the emoji, right?
Denver:I don’t know how!
Shepard:You, my technology-deprived friend, are sad.
Denver:I can still block you, ya know.
Shepard:Oh, did you finally figure that feature out? Look at you, getting all fancy with the technology! Gold star for Denny!
Denver:Allie showed me, you ass.
Shepard:I kind of figured.
Shepard:Wait…did she ask who you wanted to block?
Denver:It’s Allie—she’s nosy as all get-out, so yes.
Shepard:What’d you tell her?
Denver:What do you mean? The truth. Why would I lie?
Shepard:Did she say anything?
Shepard:About us…talking, I mean.
Denver:No.
Denver:Should she have?
Shepard:No. At least I don’t think so.
Shepard:It just surprises me.
Denver:Well, she did say one thing but it’s so stupid and it will never, EVER happen, so it’s not worth repeating.
Shepard:I’m sitting on the edge of my fucking seat here, nerd.
Shepard:Tell me.
Denver:Apologize for calling me a nerd and I’ll think about it.
Shepard:No. It’s the truth.
Shepard:Wait, no—you’re right. I’m so sorry for calling you a nerd, Den.
