I suppose not. But I think that's for the best. I should hate to see myself as some sort of... whatever those are.

[He waves a hand vaguely at the screen.

The blanket, he takes and wraps around himself, snuggling down into it with a quiet sigh.

After a moment of staring at the load screen, he speaks.]

I still think we should do it some time. Go dancing, I mean. Though not at some utter idiot's wedding.