"Fuck." Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. This was exactly why he didn't want to answer this question! He pointed a finger at his friend, brows coming together slightly. "You knew what you were getting into when you asked that question. You asked me what I'd looked for, so I told you. You'd be pissed if I lied to your face, so I didn't. The truth is still that I have no idea who I'd date."

Which clearly suggested the next obvious question. "What about you, then? I know you haven't dated, at least in the time I've known you, so who did you imagine yourself dating?" Because it sure as fuck wasn't him, he knew that much.

He would have slapped JC for those three years thoughts if he knew. Total bullshit. JC had a lifetime.