[He rolls his eyes, though it's more to go through the act than actually feeling it.]

Yeah, yeah.

[Coding does have something to do with scripts, huh? He's never been super great at computer nonsense. Serious meaningful conversations... He's hit or miss with that, too. And being part of big schemes, jokes or not, well... Ugh. He's a fucking moron for even bringing it up.]

Step three, huh.

[Nothing would be gained from going with you.

He kisses them again, slipping one hand down their side and between their legs to finger along the slit, slow, like a test of whether it's okay. He wants to smirk and joke around some more, but trying to think of something to say is just making him dwell on the bad even more. Maybe something about how highly he ranked on the list? No, because then he could still be a mistake that doesn't get repeated, or something to check off and move on from...

You won't lose me. I promise.]

Can I be steps four, six, nine, ten, eleven, and thirteen, too? I can be as many steps as I want in a joke, right?