"That requires thinking power," he answered, laughing. "It was more a string of curses and profanities all mixed together."
He shook his head, smiling. "No, you haven't, because you aren't old, and that's just an excuse you use when you don't know what else to complain about."
Patrick reached behind him, resting his hand on Marcus' hip. "Yes, we wouldn't want to sound poetic, because that's not manly or hip, and we're so much better than that."
The gesture was so familiar, going back to when he was a kid, and it should probably feel strange considering what they were doing, but it felt good. It was probably because he was tired and because he wasn't looking at Marcus that he didn't stop talking. "I love you, you know that, right?"