"I don't know about that. When he knew me I was young and hot and now I'm all-" He grumbles, head falling back to Sam's shoulder. "I mean he's. He's got thighs. Like goddamn. He got big and broad and has this jawline and got hot- Delta was designed to be attractive. Literally, he took our mutual aesthetic interests and used them to design his face sculpt-"

Taylor sighs, deep and defeated and wallowing in the weirdest sense of insecurity he's had in awhile. "And you're a brick shithouse with pretty hair and pretty eyes and this mouth like goddamn. I'm just me. I mean- I'm hot, right? A little?"