So, am I a bad friend if I go to lunch with Sean and yell, “You’re the worst brother ever!” at the cheesesteak place so the cute boy at the next table knows I’m available? (Seriously, the guy was all sorts of cute, and I couldn’t tell if he was looking at me or the tv above my head… but I do think he was making eyes with me…)
So here’s a picture of Sean, looking at me with pure disgust.
