Mikey shuffled forward, somewhat sheepishly, and plopped the flowers in Ryland's freshly-built vase. "Good," he said, "I'm glad that you'd be jealous." That was good for Pete. Though right then was probably not a moment for a 'don't fuck around with my friend' speech. "But I'm also glad that you're not right now, because I wouldn't want to have to - uh, fight you?"
Drawing up a chair, he sat down on it before he could say anything else stupid. Then, unfortunately, he looked over at Pete. "Woah. Did you have a styling accident?"