"Oh, yeah. Way better. Now I've got a hot guy in my house and the kids have sleepovers." So there was that. Bobby came close enough to grinning at that, as he raised his bottle and then emptied it, looking at Michael. Anything was better than to really discuss parenthood from any perspective, wasn't it? "I'm a gentleman and you're probably at least somewhat drunk and you got your head knocked today, so I ain't gonna do what I maybe wanna do. But you should know that I do wanna."