Dave hesitated. He wanted to reach out and touch John, reassure him that he wasn't going anywhere. That he wasn't in any real danger from Bro, that was stupid, it was like Dave being worried that John's dad was going to feed him too much cake and John was going to die of the 'beetus.

But he hesitated. Because John wasn't a homo. Because Dave had a girlfriend (who was also John's sister). And then he said fuck you to all of his reservations, and he set his robe carefully aside, scooting forward and cupping John's cheek in his hand, as he met his blue eyes.

"I promise, John. I won't make you worry about me like that ever again, okay?" He held up his other hand, pinky extended, and smiled. "Pinky swear."