[ Warren lets out a surprised laugh at the bluntness of the imagery. Briefly, he wonders if life would have been so much more bearable if he and Gordon knew one another when they were kids. He realizes, whether they would have gotten along or not, that yes - it would have been. ]

You think Rowling is a zombie? [ He allows the imagery of a shambling J.K Rowling along the darkened halls of her castle flood his mind for a moment. Ugh. Creepy. Just as creepy is imagining that already ugly asshole who used to shove Warren into the trash bags being no more than a fucking corpse. Does this make him fucked up? He grew up to be an asshole anyway. ] It kind of takes the edge off to imagine all the people I hate being monsters now.

[ Warren pauses. The conversation got away from them a little - so it's a bit awkward for him to say this out of the blue, but truth is he's been working his way up to asking- ]

Can I kiss you?

[ There. ]