[Two seconds, five seconds, ten seconds later.... he's still standing there.]

I'd rather hang a bird house with you.

[Which is really more of a commentary about the party than any sort of love decoration for the other man. It's not a bad party. He just thinks maybe he's the sort of man who doesn't enjoy them as much as his husband thinks he should. He doesn't know if he was just lying before or if he's changed and the night air is doing wonders for his headache.]

It's not a lot of fun standing around people who I can't remember and knowing that's all they want.