[Right, because what he needs right now is for Dave to talk about sex organs. He slaps a hand to his face and rubs it over his face, not sure which he wants more: for Dave to leave him alone, or for Dave to stay. The dreams were better, actually. Less pressure.]
You know what I was dreaming about. You're just fucking with me right now. You're just like your sister sometimes.
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You know what I was dreaming about. You're just fucking with me right now. You're just like your sister sometimes.