"I never, ever want to hear the word cuddles come out of your mouth again. Jesus god in heaven. Not being a f** means no sex s**t with dudes. Being gay is..."
(Roving hands, and a drunken dispute, the heat despite a chilly, Mexico night.)
"Disgusting."
Uncrossing his arms, Leslie nodded resolutely. This would do. For now. He was annoying as ********-- and, honestly, square in the settlement of
uncanny valley-- but if he'd listen, then whatever. That could be...used.
"Then stand up, for ******** sake. You're like a jello blob of a person."
Wibbly and wobbly, and liable to melt. Whatever. It had made sense in Leslie's head. "How long you been on the island, anyway?"