"Ew," David says firmly as he pats the space next to him on the couch as an invitation for Patrick to sit down and relax. If Derek can smell everything, then he can probably smell what they had for dinner the past week, whatever smells they made in the bathroom, which is extra gross, and the fact that they had sex on this couch not all that long ago.

Which, okay, he really doesn't want to know about.

"But also, you never dry clean leather," he continues. "Please, for the love of all things beautiful, tell me you'll never dry clean any of my leather."