[Maybe what David needed more than anything was validation, not proof. No number of clues could ever be enough to make him feel wanted. Now, though, Lucas's words glow warm and bright in his chest and bring a smile to his lips that really highlights the lingering boyishness in his features.

Was that so damn hard? he wants to say, but he resists the urge to taint this moment with any irony at all. Just this once, he'll let himself be sentimental.

That doesn't mean the moment can't include some humour, though, so David ducks in close again and murmurs:]

You're better looking, funnier, have a way better body, and he honestly smells weird. [After a pause -] And I didn't even know who he was, I swear. But you win in every category.