David's finger comes up to poke Kyle's cheeks, and he smiles fondly at his friend.

"In love. Well fuck, you're through and through twitterpated. Congrats, Kyle. I'm glad for you. And we're not married. I'm not Carter's type at all. Pretty sure he'd gag over kissing me too."

Because he really did think that Carter would feel that way. He did, though, use his heel to nudge Carter.

"Ignore him. He's jealous because he doesn't have matching pajamas with us and doesn't get to cuddle with us."