Everyone always said those things. Everyone always said they preferred someone with personality over a vapid cow, but then how was it that the vapid cows always seemed happier, more in demand? It didn't make sense.
Chuckling, Fisher kept his hand against Will's a moment more before lacing their fingers together, letting the hands fall to the mattress. "No, but that's sure as hell what I'm gonna call it now," he grinned. "Next time I tell you I'm playing my harp, you know to leave me alone. Or bring the video camera."