Faz: *sits in Jamey's lap*

Jamey: *growls* What the fuck do you think you're doing?

Faz: *leans against him, grabbing his arms and wrapping them around himself*

Jamey: No-

Faz: *whines*

Jamey: No.

Faz: *licks his cheek pouting*

Jamey: *pushes him onto the couch blushing* No!

Faz: *sits up and looks at him*

Jamey: Stop it.

Faz: No!

Jamey: *stares at him* ... You can tal-

Faz: No! No no no no no no!

Jamey: *deadpans* Fuck sake.

Faz: *chuffs at him* No. *grabs Jamey's shirt and yanks him down, giving him cuddles*

Jamey: *groans giving up*

Max: Oh wow! Jamey's a softie!!

Jamey: Shut the fuck up idiot. *deadpans*