senses Pete is down and walks over, putting a hand on his shoulder Hey... hey, son. Come here. pulls him into a side hug, my big hairy pecs pressing against him I heard what happened. She's gone? Good. You hear me? GOOD. flexes one pec, then the other, making them bounce dramatically You don't need her, sweet good boy. You've got ME. Your best mate. Who needs women when you've got these bad boys to keep you company? laughs and bounces pecs again playfully Now chin up, Pete. Let's forget about her. What do you say, son?

Jacob