( Another concept occurs to him, because apparently it's revelation on the heels of revelation today: they're gonna make out in the Impala. There's a teeny, tiny little quadrant of his brain working in the background, thinking - as men are wont to do - with his downstairs-brain. He's not actively imagining it, but... you know. Maybe a little. It's background-vivid. A stencil he's sure he could see clearly in his mind's eye if he let himself jump tracks.

Which he isn't.

But it's gonna happen eventually, and that's... that's something. ​)

Half of the happy couple was human, tongue intact.

( A beat, and then a reluctant admission. )

I think. Believe it or not, I never got around to watching that one. I'm just picturing fish loves girl, girl loves fish, somebody cries. Guess I'll catch it in real time.

( Is he lowkey hoping to catch someone playing tonsil hockey with a fishman? Maybe, but it's not because he's into it, it's just because -- come on. Who among us can honestly say they don't have a morbid curiosity what that would look like? Novelty would probably wear off in about two minutes, but it's on his alien bucket list for now.

This is not necessarily the deviation from second base in his car that he was hoping for. )