"Yes. Your dick is yours. Mine is mine. Despite you not seeing mine in such a - personal way."
Will lay on his side looking over Fisher in a fond way. Not letcherous at all, nope... though when Fisher declared you could see his ribs Will tugged up his shirt to see if this was in fact true. "Liar. Well, you can kind of see them but only cause you're stretched out like some guy being tortured." He returned the sweater to its usual place then smirked, settling next to him. "I told you what I put in that drink, and I said it was lethal. You chose to take it. Mister..." Shit. He couldn't think of a name. "Sergeant." Sergeant Major. Ha. Oh crap he was losing his edge. "But I assure you if I was going to write a suicide note I could think of no better surface to sribe my last words on..."