This is probably the opposite of solidarity and Heathcliff's can feel his face getting a little hot as Cash and Ira discuss the possibility of corpse dates and dismiss the point he'd been hoping to discuss before it's even reached. "I live with robots," he complains sulkily, joking but obviously not getting what he'd wanted from the question.

Then he realizes what they've both said and he sits up, looking between the pair with miserable disbelief. "Come on. You guys aren't going to make me go stag by myself, are you?"