“Keith, my man, my buddy, you’re ruining the mood here by laughing at me.”
“You’re the one spinning us in circles while wailing a freaking Dashboard Confessional song–”
“Hey, sweetheart, it’s called serenading–I am serenading you, with a song of your people, because we don’t have actual music to dance to.”
“Wait, what do you mean ‘my people’?”
“You know, an emo song. Full of emotional declarations like: ’My hopes are so high so your kiss might kill me’.”
“Oh my god.”
He loves him anyway.