Ah, yes. Roy and Vince, the two nearest and dearest to Paul's bromantic heart - and the two he played peer mediator to approximately 99.9% of the time. If either of them preferred the cock, outsiders would have of course suggested that they just make out and get it over with but since neither of them did, their bromance was limited to epic spats followed by a period of calmness, and then another epic spat, repeat cycle until someone died or the earth exploded. Though actually, Paul was sure that their zombies would still continue to have spats, so it had to be the earth explosion on this one.
"I actually would be curious to know what would happen with that too," he admitted. "I didn't even know Roy was here. I guess he's been...busy with his work." Or being somber, either one, but it's not like Paul could talk. "But yes, let's get out of here."
He strode forward and got the door, and they emerged into the pleasant California air that did not smell at all like Disneyland. "You all moved in okay? Get everything unpacked up there in the Penthouse?"