Harley didn't often think about whether or not his actions would wreck things, or if what they were doing was right. It felt right to him, and they were both happy, and he wouldn't do anything to consciously hurt Gabby. So long as they were both on the same page, then all was well, right? At least, he thought so. Maybe. Or not, sometimes it was hard to tell. Did he want something more? ... Yes. He did. He wasn't going to bring it up just yet, though. Not until she did.
"It's all good. Not like I need to listen to another boring lecture anyway." Seriously, he got enough of them from his old man, thank you very much. If Harley could have lived with his mother, he would have... but he couldn't and he couldn't dwell on that right now because he didn't want to get all sad about it. "See, then we're set!"
The day Harley got embarrassed when talking about sex would be the day that hell froze over, the sky turned purple, and pigs learned how to fly. "Me neither, no matter what stories some of my friends might tell you. They're just trying to see if they can get a reaction out of me." And Harley would only laugh. Yes, there were some things he wouldn't do and animals fell into that category. Moving on. "Then diner food it is! Don't worry, Urist, we'll get you your own burger or something. Or fries. whatever you want."