[He cracked a smirk; leave it to his bro to wussy-out when it comes to caring for something small and maybe-not-so-defenseless.]

You're not gonna do it on your own, Daffy. I'll be your bromate and we'll love and tolerate the shit out of these fuckers til they're ready to fly off.

[The little bird that had been in his hand flew up to his shoulder and pressed the top of its head against his cheek.]