David snickered, blissfully ignorant of Evan's mental pictures. He swatted his friend and rolled his eyes, "Yes I know what you meant. And I know he's not a literal dickhead either." He smirked, "You sick fuck!"
"She is nice though." He agreed, belatedly, "Wish she was my real mom." She might as well have been, but they weren't blood. And it bothered him to know it. It was just one more reason not to be like his dad.