Patrick really doesn't want to think about that, so he settles in next to David, close enough to press their legs together, but at a suitable distance so it doesn't look like they're snuggling up. "I promise not to ruin any of your very nice leather goods," he vows, hand over his heart.

"I think all we proved is that I'm still every bit the business major that we all knew I was," he teases. "Though, maybe it's just the leather that doesn't suit me. I wasn't so bad in the Cabaret wear," he muses aloud, like he's secretly a little proud of that.