"Then stay in your pond, Danny. How can someone have this many reservations about something but still manage to get their tongue that far down my throat?"

At this point, I feel like I'm suffering from whiplash. I'm a heathen in God's eyes but also we're too good of friends to risk ruining things and he's worried about his heterosexual pond cred. How does he keep all of his issues contained in such a small body?

"I'm not asking you for anything. I'm telling you to tell me what you want next. If you want to chalk this up to something you needed to get out of your system for whatever reason and move on with painting bird houses, then do it."