"He's gonna fuck the gardener," Oliver replied, as if that were a logical response to that assertion, then paused to think for a second. "Yeah," he added as an actual response, though he smiled slowly as he realized Edwin was beside him now instead of on top of him, as good as that had felt. Seeing him in front of him, smiling and near, made him feel much better.
He hooked an arm and a leg over Edwin, tugging him a little closer and started to laugh, his crankiness subsiding. "I love you, ya pretty pothead. I'll buy all your records. You're amazin' and you're gonna be amazin', and maybe we'll name the dog after'im."