[i]She asked me out. I said no.[/i] Despite this presumably being Wade's low effort approach at ridding Joey of his worry, Joey continued to stare at him, barely subdued. [b]"I thought her standards were much higher. You really missed an opportunity there."[/b] Wade didn't seem very intent on dwelling on that subject though, so Joey just rolled his shoulders resignedly and moved on with him, shifting his weight to one side so he could look even more impatiently at Wade. Not so easy to look like he didn't actually like Wade when their hands were joined like this, though, and he wasn't really intent on pulling away even though that was sort of a talent of his. [i]Just ‘nice’? [/i]Nice[i]?[/i] Joey rolled his eyes as exaggeratedly as possible while Wade turned all sad and grievous, his previously grateful hold on Wade's hands turning loose and just hanging from his grip. [i]I think I speak for both of us when I say... Our ‘experimenting’ has been much better than any other- antics? That’s a dumb fucking word but you’re like, weirdly pg-13 sometimes.[/i] [b]"I'm a Capricorn,"[/b] Joey said matter-of-factly, as if it was by any means an explanation for his PG-13 rating. If anything, Wade being a Scorpio was the sole explanation here.

[i]If you’re straight, I’m Italian.[/i] [b]"No, fuck off, that's [i]my[/i] thing. Get your own."[/b] He steeled himself for more Canadian stereotypes flooding from Wade's mouth - but they didn't come. He might've preferred that over the subsequent attack on Brendon, though. [i]Vaffanculo, Joseph. Bieber wishes he were me.[/i] Joey stared at him in semi-shock, in disbelief that he'd dangle his own powers over his head. He searched for some kind of Northern slang or a French-Canadian comeback, but nothing came. His last resort was to chuck a shirt at Wade for him to peruse and speed up this whole 'getting ready' process, which didn't seem to help matters. [i]Sure is. Wake me up when you’ve disowned him, yeah?[/i] Joey huffed loudly, already sick of this conversation thanks to his evident over-sensitivity to any jokes made at Brendon's expense. Well, not really. He was probably keeping up the charade just to maintain his own fatherly pride - which was less pride in Brendon and more pride in himself for being someone's imagined father figure. Sad, but true. 

Joey aggressively wriggled a little when he was vainly turned towards the mirror and Wade welcomed himself to wrapping his arms around Joey, trying to make it clear that his affection wasn't welcome right now, but that was even hard to convince himself of. He gave in and leaned towards Wade when he landed a few kisses along his neck and trailed up higher, succumbing to what might've easily been a tactic to calm him down anyway (not that Joey [i]really[/i] needed containing- their petty arguments like this were usually for show, truthfully, to make either or both of them laugh). He swayed a little when Wade stepped away, like his source of balance had been disrupted, and looked strangely back-to-normal once they were separated, hands still moving over his collar carefully. [i]No, but I’m sure you’d fucking love that.[/i] Joey thought he'd lost the comedic showdown, but then Wade started laughing, and he let a tiny smirk escape him whilst he looked over his own shoulder in the mirror. [i]Guess we’ll find out. You call the shots.[/i] [b]"All right, well, we need to actually [i]get to the date[/i] first."[/b]

[i]Begone, you fucking demon.[/i] Joey shrugged carelessly. So he was a Gen-Z at heart, fuck him. [i]My eyes are up here, you know. But also I will take it off if you want me too.[/i] Wade was impossible to read in that specific moment. Joey squinted at him, uncertain, and there was a moment of silence where he couldn't deduce any seriousness or lightheartedness. He decided the former was probably the truth of the matter, but pretending that Wade was joking was much easier to live with... until that implied Wade might actually take his silence as an affirmative. [b]"No, I insist. Keep yourself covered, bud."[/b] He pat Wade on the shoulder, all platonic love, like they were still high school pals. [i]I stopped listening at ‘four inches difference’ because I was worried.[/i] Joey cracked up a little, totally not meaning to because laughing meant that Wade had got to him, but unfortunately it was too funny to ignore. [b]"I mean... you should be. I'm packing."[/b] Joey thought he was hilarious. Then he remembered his 'PG-13' promise from earlier. [b]"Still a Capricorn, though, so you aren't allowed any further comment on that."[/b] Joey mirrored Wade's hand cross from moments earlier, only for a second before he was too lazy to keep his hands in the air and they dropped back to his sides.

He got Wade's shirt buttoned up successfully with little to no struggle, and stood back to admire his handiwork. [i]Sure as hell you fuckin’ did.[/i] He decided not to grace that with a response, because he was so super nice, and all. [b]"A'ight, usually I don't ask this, but will you put some fucking pants on?"[/b] He also didn't usually swear, but that was becoming a far more frequent occurrence in conversation as of late. While Joey wasn't by any means frustrated, he was certainly antsy about them actually missing a reservation rather than being comically late as was the norm. [b]"I'll even accept jeans. Or cargo shorts. Whatever it takes. Your legs will be under the table, anyway. Hopefully."[/b] Who knew. He'd chosen a, uh, [i]character[/i] for a boyfriend.