Mohammed, you big fucking handsome worrywart. [Abbacchio cups Avdol's face and pulls him into a kiss. Damn, that's a whole lotta smooching.] I get you, though. I still worry about shit I know I shouldn't.

But I want you with me. I wanna wake up every day and have you next to me. We should try to get a house, and if we can't, whatever. You just move in with me. Deal?