Dave really should have known that John wouldn't leave it alone. This was John he was talking about. But still, it...wasn't a big deal anymore. It wasn't. Dave and Bro had talked it out (kind of) and things were chill between them again (mostly). There was nothing to talk about. Dave didn't need to spill his guts like he had when he'd still been mad at Bro about the whole lying to him thing.

Then again, John really didn't deserve to be pushed away unless Dave wanted to talk. Dave groaned in frustration and tossed his robe and the sewing kit onto his bed, and then pulled John onto the canopy bed with him. He drew the curtains and muttered a silencing charm.

"Fine, I lost a strife."