Denver:Sorry, I didn’t mean that.
Shepard:You should.
Denver:Huh? Should what?
Shepard:Mean that. You should mean that.
Denver:Oh.
Shepard:Yeah. Oh.
Denver:Well, hell, now I’m never gonna get a pug.
Shepard:What?
Denver:How am I going to whore myself out knowing
you’re in love with me?
Shepard:I’m…sorry?
Denver:You should be! I really wanted that pug.
Shepard:Bucky?
Denver:*grumbles* What.
Shepard:I’ll buy you a pug.
Denver:WILL YOU REALLY?
Shepard:Yes. Now quit talking about whoring yourself out.
Shepard:You know, for someone who isn’t allowed to do a whole lot of things normal teens are allowed to do, you sure do have a wild imagination.
Denver:I blame Allie.
Shepard:I could kiss Allie right now.
Denver:You’re totally thinking about blow jobs, aren’t you?
Shepard:Nah.
Shepard:Also, yes.
Denver:Cap?
Shepard:Hang on, I’m trying to concentrate.
Denver:Oh my god, quit being weird!
Shepard:One more month, Bucky. One more month.
Denver:One more month until what?
Shepard:Until I kiss you so goddamn hard.
Denver:You countin’ down the days?
