Stable Boy: Thanks for putting your arm around me. It really helped me relax.
Me: Well, I kind of like you, sooo...
Stable Boy: I kind of like you, too. You know how when something is festering, it's kind of cool, but it feels good to get it out?
Stable Boy: I just want you to know that if you were causing me festering, I wouldn't want to squeeze you out, not even after 20 years festering with you.
Me: Wow, thanks...I think.
Was that supposed to be romantic? Where does he get this stuff?