"God." Robbie audibly sucks in a breath. He would almost prefer being really laughed at than this honest happiness that he - he has somehow managed to provoke in Vance. He wants to trap Vance under a Bell jar and keep that smile perfect forever and not fuck it up, because he’s going to fuck it up and he'll never get that little surge of triumphant glee when Vance can’t help but laugh at his dumb jokes. That always makes Robbie’s week.

It occurs to him that Vance isn’t the only one who got mixed up and overstepped the limits of friendship. He wants to flee. He wants to stay stock still and never rock this boat.

“Good,” he says when he finds his voice again. Vance hasn’t stopped touching him. Robbie tries to inject some normalcy, get back a little control. So obviously it's bad jokes. “I mean, who wouldn’t? Eat your heart out, Ryan Reynolds.”