[i]You guess?[/i] Joey outright frowned at him when his attempts to get away were thwarted. He was dating the most antagonistic person on Earth, probably, except Wade could easily say the same for him, if he wanted. Either way Joey still liked him, annoyingly so. [i]I could be a[/i] fucking comedian. [b]"O[i]kay,[/i] leave me alone,"[/b] Joey drawled, exasperated, looking one-hundred percent sick of him until they were kissing again. So, very routine. Routine enough, actually, that they missed pretty much half the dates they weren't just very late for; it was almost pitiful. Thus, Joey was in more haste than usual, putting on a frustrated face in the hopes that it'd motivate Wade, but apparently that was an ineffective approach. He was still determined to break their impunctual streak, though, so Joey kept experimenting with ways to finally get them geared up to leave the apartment.

The Italian jokes always oddly backfired on Wade without him knowing. He could fake the language as much as he wanted, but with his actual half-fluency, Joey was able to make fun of Wade to his ignorance. [i]Zitto to you too.[/i] Joey grinned, sort of cracking up behind his smile, but really if he humoured Wade's newfound comedian career path then they'd never get out of here - Joey ignored his easy amusement, moving on to the much more boring topic of his sisters. [i]Hardly. I’d say you’re more stuck with me.[/i] Joey made a pained face and nodded, deeply in agreement.[i] And, hey, I just wanna say...[/i] Joey nearly tugged his hands back from Wade's defiantly but ended up just looking somewhat apprehensively up at his newly serious face, unsure whether he really wanted to hear (presumably) Wade's opinion on poor Isabela.

[i]I'm glad I rejected your sister-[/i] Rejected her? Wait. Joey hadn't gotten the full story on that. He opened his mouth to interrogate Wade on whether he'd disrespected his sister or not, but couldn't get a word in edgewise anyway. [i]-that you didn’t contact me in years-[/i] [b]"[i]Um,[/i]"[/b] Joey cut in argumentatively, leaning away from Wade somewhat to look at him like he was crazy. That was totally in the past. Not fair. He might be [i]correct[/i] in calling out Joey on his ghosting habits, but hey. No relevance, and now this was a courtroom session, apparently. [i]-and then I met you again and made you realise you’re not straight.[/i] [b]"First of all, how dare you. Second of all, I'm realising I [i]am[/i] straight after all right now. It was nice experimenting, buuut..."[/b] Joey sucked his teeth as if to say [i]that's too bad[/i] and actually did take his hands back, shrugging remorsefully. 

No matter what he said, he couldn't deter Wade from messing with him, though, so Joey had to endure the pure slander of his 'son.' Well. Maybe it wasn't slander if shit wasn't actively being talked, but anything Wade did that potentially could have a negative effect on Brendon magically became that in Joey's mind. He scolded Wade for it only to be received with laughter so extreme that Wade had to sit down. Joey gaped at him, throwing a hand out towards him in disbelief. [i]Your fucking [/i]face, [i]oh my god.[/i] [b]"Jesus, who raised you? You know how in, like, 2013, everyone said JB was the shame of Canada? That's actually you. Die."[/b] He threw a random shirt at Wade, ignoring his surrendering hand. Clearly he wasn't actually bothered anyway, because Joey grinned at him the whole way through, enamoured even when they were both being endlessly annoying.

He was desperate in his efforts to stop the Brendon abuse, though, to no avail. [i]Hey Siri. Send ‘Joey’s bastard son’ a message saying...[/i] Joey watched him dissolve into laughter again, dropping his arms at his sides defeatedly. [b]"Is that really his name in your phone? Siri, is that really his name in you? Wow."[/b] Deciding he was really losing sight of his initial goal to leave as soon as possible, Joey occupied himself while Wade settled down, turning in to face the wardrobe mirror and readjust his disheveled tie. Only minutes with this man and he already looked like he'd been doing jumping jacks in his suit, everything was so skewed. Honestly. [i]Get your mind out of the gutter. My intentions are completely innocent.[/i] Joey eyed Wade from the corner of his vision, muttering a thoughtful and slightly judgmental 'hm' while he pushed his hair back into place. [i]By ‘sleep with you’, I mean have a nice 8 hours, asleep. Obviously.[/i] [b]"Hm, okay, well, that's not what I'm referring to. Are we, [i]como se dice[/i], bisecting the triangle? Doing the Devil's dance? Going to the grocery store? Honestly, Wade. I need to prepare."[/b] Somehow, he managed to keep a straight face, staring somewhat blankly at his own reflection while he spoke in search of imperfections.

[i]Never a dull day, you know that, babe.[/i] Joey looked at him again, finally, bewildered. [b]"What? How often - you know what, [i]that's none of my bus-iness[/i],"[/b] he sang, clearly exemplifying his need to spend less time with his influential 'son,' and handed over his only 2% serious suggestion. Realizing Wade had taken the hanger with formerly occupied hands he looked down expectantly, raising his eyebrow as Wade's towel successfully remained tucked over his hips. [i]Vogue.[/i] He looked up to examine the fit, kind of laughing while he tugged the fabric down, smoothed his hand over it to get rid of imaginary wrinkles. [b]"You know, four inches' difference really becomes extra obvious when you trade clothes. You look like one of those guys in school who has a mysterious growth spurt in a day and suddenly nothing fits anymore."[/b] To amuse himself further Joey tried to pull it closed and button it, which worked and therefore wasn't as fun. He sighed sadly, suddenly very weight-conscious. [b]"Well. I support it. You can put your maple syrup jersey under it and be even more high fashion."[/b] Joey waved a hand dismissively, faux-apologetic. [b]"Sorry, I meant, uh, the Canadian hockey jersey."[/b]