Jacob: Fuck, Griff. I always want my hands on you.
Griffin: I have a super important question for you.
Griffin: Seriously, this is like make or break for us.
Jacob: Umm….okay, shoot.
Griffin: Do you like mint chocolate chip ice cream?
Jacob: Are you fucking serious?
Jacob: You had me panicking over fucking ice cream.
Griffin: This is serious Jacob.
Jacob: Oh. My. God. No, I don’t. It’s fucking toothpaste with chunks of chocolate.
Griffin: Phew, okay, you passed.
Jacob: You’re an idiot.
Jacob: An adorable fucking idiot.
Griffin: Stop, you’ll make me blush.
Griffin: Let me come over?
Jacob: Hughie is home.
Griffin: We could just tell him we are studying.
Jacob: Is that what you plan on us doing?
Griffin: I can think of some things I want to study.
Griffin: Your lips.
Griffin: Your abs.
Griffin: Your inner thighs.
Jacob: STOP
Jacob: Jesus Christ, you can’t make me hard while I’m sitting on the couch with Hughie!!
Griffin: Sooooo yes?
Jacob: NO!
Jacob: Seriously, we are not quiet enough to get away with that.
Griffin: Fuuuuuuck. I know you’re right but damnit.
Jacob: I could come over there?
Griffin: The guys are here.
Jacob: :( Soon?
