It had occurred to him, not just once, to wonder if Tristan and Jimmy had shared more than just a house, but at the same time he'd done a top job of stopping his mind from going there - which would've been really, really easier to do now if Tristan hadn't just put that image in his mind.
"Hmm, I'm not looking for a certain type," he answered, refocusing his attention on the beach that was coming up on their left. He wouldn't have minded having a constant girl in his life, but there was no one he had his eyes set on - maybe with the exception of that cute shop girl he admired from afar and hadn't talked to yet. But still, there wasn't any harm in going along with this conversation.
"If it helps, the only type of people I've discovered I can't stand to date are emos, and that's from personal experience. Although I'm pretty much out of the danger zone there, since I'm past dating whiny 14 year old girls on a bandwagon who care more about their hair than me. There you go, that seems to be my type. Anyone but one of those."