"The meek inherit the Earth, I film our takeover, and you become my new slave. Don't worry, I'll go easy on you since we're friends and all. Just remember to add fabric softener to my laundry and to buy the expensive cheese and you'll do just fine!" It felt good. No. It felt fantastic to be able to laugh with Roger again. Sure, someday they'd probably have to revisit all the things they'd yelled at each other before Roger had taken off. And that was probably going to suck since neither of them was exactly good at the feelings thing. Unless they were yelling, of course.
But until then? He had a best friend again. The old Roger, the one who had been fun-loving and excited about life? Not entirely, but closer to it than he had been in a very long time. Besides, there were more important things to worry about here. Like not dying. Or getting possessed. That was...definitely awkward.
"Look at it this way," he reassured, "we may be all about to die in the apocalypse anyway. Finding a girl, no matter how worthy, should be fairly low on my list of things to do, I'd think."