The Consequence of Silence, part three

As they walked into the art museum, it was an entirely new thing for Bojack. It was a quiet and relaxing environment with large open areas with lots of seating and couches and plenty of employees watching your every move.

It was not too crowded, but definitely had a large congregation of people around the new installations.

"Let's go see that blue movement thing you wanted to look at." He felt like he was being so foolish and he had hoped he remembered correctly the art Todd was describing earlier at lunch. He didn't know why he felt like he had to remember these things. He wanted to.

"Oh, yeah. Cool! Hold up, I'll ask where it is." Todd went over to one of the employees and then came back quickly. "Hey, the lady said it's on the third level. Let's go."

They went up the stairs and Todd said, "I dare you to slide down the banister when we go back down!"

"Hell no! You can break a bone if you want."

"I double dare you."

Bojack rolled his eyes. "Nope."

"Triple?"

"Okay. You're on." He said a little too seriously and a family walking by looked at the pair oddly.

Todd laughed, covering his face. "They thought you were weird."

"Uh.. no. They knew me from Horsin' Around. I bet that was why. They just thought you were a loser for trying to best me."

"Whatever you have to tell yourself, buddy."

"I'm a household name. You just... exist."

"Ouch! That's very good, Bojack. You certainly are good at rubbing salt on old wounds!"

Bojack knew in his tone he was kidding, but there was a bit more to it than that. He decided to not be so guarded and took Todd gently by the arm. Todd looked a bit shocked and Bojack grinned.

"Come on, Todd. I'm sorry. Show me this Blue Rider art."

"Woah, you actually remembered?" The way Todd said it made his heart swell up with affection for him, but he realized he was being a bit too up front with his feelings, so he went back to being an ass.

"No, idiot. It says it... there!" He pointed to the stylized plaque with the movement name and a brief summary of the history of the art, the time period and the names of the various artists. Bojack, however, was hiding the fact that he actually did remember it, but he felt a bit too nervous to share how much he wanted to retain in his head what Todd liked.

"Oh." Todd looked away and sighed, making Bojack feel terrible.

There was Composition 8 they looked at first.

It read: Composition VIII, produced in 1923 by Russian artist Wassily Kandinsky, is an oil-on-canvas painting created in the Abstract style. The painting consists of a variety of geometric shapes, colours, straight and curved lines set against a background of cream that melds at certain points into areas of pale blue.

"This Kandinsky? You like his work a lot?"

Todd nodded. "Yeah, this one is really good too." He pointed to The Blue Rider. "Kandinsky actually is credited for being the first to discover and pioneer the concept of abstract expression. He was a genius."

'A man and a horse,' Bojack thought, amused and strangely enough, glad to have seen it.

"Hmmm. Very interesting. So why do you like this?"

"It speaks to me. The impressionist art style is so much like shadows of life. It represents the truth of the subject rather than the actual physical form. It feels like looking into someone's dream."

Bojack shook his head. "Now you're acting like an art critic, Todd, and for some reason, that suits you."

Todd chuckled. "Yeah right."

"I like that one." Bojack said decidedly, pointing at the painting. It was called The Tower of Blue Horses by Franz Marc.

Todd grinned. "Me too! One of my favorites."

"It's layered like... life." Bojack tried and then he just sighed. "Shit. Fuck it. I can't believe how much you know about art, man. I'm really bad at this."

Todd smiled softly. "It's okay. I'm really glad you came. You want to take a picture with me behind The Tower of Blue Horses?"

Bojack shrugged. "Sure."

Todd took out his phone. "Alright, come here."

They both shuffled and awkwardly got so close that their cheeks almost touched as Todd lifted his phone upward to get a good angle. He snapped a few photos and Bojack saw how nervous his own smile looked.

"So, banister?" Bojack halfheartedly offered, trying not to feel as nervous as he was. Todd looked at his phone and grinned, putting it in his back pocket.

"Ah, I was just messing around. You don't have to do that." Todd said with a slight teasing tone. "You're scared, that's not a biggie."

Bojack scoffed. "You idiot, I'm not scared. You just don't want to see how much better I am than you," he sneered.

Todd chuckled. "Only I've done it a million times. So, I'll be much smoother down than you."

"Get a room, you two!" A teenager whispered in a mocking voice as he left the exhibit.

Todd looked nonplussed and covered his face with his hand. Once the gangly teen left the area, Bojack just looked at Todd with a cringe. "What a loser."

"Yeah. Just immature how some people are." Todd shrugged.

"I'll do it if you do it?" Todd said as he pointed to the banister. Bojack was hoping that Todd would refuse again, so he wouldn't have to.

Bojack nodded just barely and Todd ran toward the stairs.

"Shit! No. We'll get kicked out!" Bojack whispered.

Todd waved him off. "It'll be okay."

In one smooth movement, and by checking quickly for guards, Todd slid downward perfectly and landed on his feet.

"You jerk! You've done this before!"

"No. First time!" Todd grinned cheekily.

"I call BS."

"Okay, don't do it!"

Bojack had to do it, now. He looked around and made sure no one was looking, and with a slight delay, he started to slide down rather unevenly and almost fell on the way down.

"Shit!" Bojack stumbled a bit and Todd helped him up.

"You did okay. Old timer!"

"Shut up!" Bojack growled as Todd laughed out loud.

"You want a drink?" Todd asked.

"Why?"

"I was worried that you could be dehydrated from all the energy you just lost from sliding on the banister."

"Fuck you, Todd."

Todd just laughed.

They went over to the main art installation and Todd ran over to it, trying to figure it out.

"It's about energy and lights." Todd said to Bojack as he caught up. "It makes different sounds and light patterns when you see the different layers of glass refract the light, and different colors, and if you can guess the pattern, and input it in by changing the order of the pieces, it can make new colors and different sounds."

Bojack felt dizzy. "What the hell. I think I need to go lay down now. The fuck is this?"

Todd patted his back, "I could be wrong. I might be over explaining it, or just poorly understanding it."

Bojack stared at the large glass and crystal looking piece. It was ten feet tall and looked like a cavern of light and color.

"Oh, well, it sounds like you got it right."

They both stepped back and looked at it for a minute, unintentionally scooting closer toward each other.

Bojack noticed his face was warm, and coughed.

"You wanna try it?" Todd asked shyly. Bojack nodded and they walked toward it after a couple was done with it.

For the next five minutes, they were experimenting with the installation and found a couple of ways to change the order of the pieces to get a new show of noises and new colors. They high fived each other three times and were laughing by the end of it.

"You made aquamarine!" Todd smiled.

"That was weird. The whole thing was just ... too artsy. Like it tried too hard."

"Hmmm. Sounds like you." Todd chuckled.

Bojack punched Todd playfully in the arm. "Screw you."

Todd pushed him back and they lingered a bit as they collided for a brief moment. Bojack realized how close they got for that second and his face felt too hot. He needed a drink.

"I'm going to get a drink, now." Bojack said out loud, feeling a bit nervous. "Want one?"

"Sure! That was really fun."

"Yeah, it was."

Bojack ordered them each a frozen lemonade and paid.

"Hey, thanks. You didn't have to get me one, too." He said as Bojack handed him the frosty beverage.

"Oh, don't mention it."

Todd smiled as he sipped it. "So you want to do something next weekend?"

They started walking toward the door and Bojack felt so elated that the day had gone so perfectly. Especially at the end.

"Absolutely. Just text me." Bojack said simply.

"Will do."

Bojack drove him home in a comfortable silence. It just seemed so natural that because they had such a good time, they could rest in each other's company without having to say anything.

As Todd went to leave, Bojack said, "I'll text you later. We can figure out the details for next weekend. Cool?"

Todd nodded. "Cool." They gave each other a fist bump.

As Todd turned to walk back to Princess Carolyn's place, Bojack had never felt so happy, yet, so sad that such a wonderful thing had to end.

"Damn fool, you are." He said out loud to himself. "You really like him." He hit his head on the steering wheel, then drove home to unwind and try to stop his lingering thoughts.

—

He had decided what to do about the predicament with the university and the show Princess Carolyn had pitched him that following Monday.

Todd's words about inspiring young adults did hit home for him, and it reminded him of his hero, the runner Secretariat. As he was aware that this decision would take him far away from all the people he cared about, he had it in his mind that whatever fanciful reverie he had floating in his heart, it would be better if he didn't give it a chance to live. Even as he knew that he had been feeling more happy then he had in a long time when he went to the art museum with Todd, it wasn't even a viable option. He cared about Todd, as a friend.

He sighed and realized that was bullshit. But, a young, growing love for someone who couldn't love you back was actually just a devastating heartbreak waiting to happen.

So he texted her:

PC, sorry I've been busy and preoccupied lately. I won't be able to do the thing with the show. I'm going for that teaching gig and I'm out of show business.

She seemed totally fine with it.

You ass. Okay! I got plenty of other worthy stars on my docket. You enjoy being a professor! Thnx, PC

He accepted the role officially and finally filled out all of necessary paperwork, finalizing it with HR.

He texted Todd Tuesday with the news.

I did it. I am officially going to be a real professor. I'm starting in a few weeks!

Shit, awesome man! Congratulations!

I can't believe it. Thanks

We should celebrate, Like for real.

Bojack was happy at first that Todd was so supportive, but inwardly hated it. He wanted resistance. He wanted Todd to ask him to stay.

Friday? My place? We can watch something and chill.

Okay. What time?

4?

Sure. I'll pick you up, Todd.

There was no more messages for a brief moment and then Todd texted him again.

I had a lot of fun with you at the museum, Bojack. Thanks for coming.

Bojack laughed nervously. "Damn it. I know I can't be falling for him. Not like this."

I did, too.

Bojack saw how his quick response was and wanted to slam his head through a wall.

As they said goodbye it was then that he realized just how in his whole life, he almost always dreaded people. For once, he didn't dread anything. He just really, really wanted to see Todd again. He felt whole around him.

He felt like he had known what true companionship was, truly, with Todd. That one day with Todd felt so much more than a thing he did. It wasn't a chore. Or an obligatory outing. It was an experience.

Todd was an experience.

It was then Bojack had started to think of a way to stop pushing away the one person he really needed so badly in his life, and tried to imagine how he could do it.

Over the next few days, they started regularly texting each other, each asking how their day went, and even in the morning they'd text each other, almost like it was becoming a habit. One of the nights they texted until midnight, talking about nothing in particular, but neither of them wanted to stop texting. Bojack had fallen asleep mid text.

They ended up chatting on Thursday and Todd had asked if he could pick him up, since Princess Carolyn would be busy. He found that their actual phone call conversation was becoming more comfortable and natural as well. They talked on the phone for two and a half hours that night before they hung out; about everything, life, their business, especially the last five years since Todd had moved out.

For some reason, he felt nervous picking up Todd. It seemed more and more like a second date in his head than friends meeting up to hang out. He kept thinking in his mind about this conundrum and how he would settle it. He kept thinking, and for the most part, felt happy with the way things were.

But it was eating at him, those feelings he had growing in his heart. It was eating his heart alive.

He felt like if he didn't say anything soon, it would move on to his liver, and his bloodstream, going for his lungs, and in taking him out with one final, swift blow, his heart.

Once it was Friday and Bojack got ready to leave, he felt like throwing up.

Picking up Todd was a blur, and their light conversation in the car was just mindless chitchat. His heart rate was almost too fast and he felt like he was going to faint. Todd looked wonderful laughing and smiling next to him, and Bojack just smiled back. Inside, he was screaming.

They got to his house and started to get out of the car.

"Want to watch a movie?" Todd asked. Bojack nodded and wasn't paying attention to how fast he was walking.

They both went in at the same time through the door, and slightly, their hands touched and Todd almost grabbed the other's fingers, losing a bit of balance.

"Sorry!" Todd yelped.

Bojack couldn't take it anymore. He had to tell him how he felt. He took Todd's hand firmly and pulled toward him, staring straight into the other's eyes.

Instead of talking, though, Bojack huffed frustratingly for his lack of action and Todd was sort of breathy and looked nervous.

Bojack almost leaned toward him to hold him, but immediately pulled away, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.

"Bojack? What's going on?"

Ignoring the question, he pretended not to hear. "I'll grab you a drink. What do you want?" He started to walk toward the kitchen, feeling like his insides were twisted.

"But what was that? Why did you hold my hand and look at me like that?" Todd looked over at him, almost begging for an answer. He turned around and walked a bit toward Todd. He looked as though he was going to say something but stopped.

They both took another step toward each other. Todd started to open his mouth to speak but instead was stopped by the other's frustrated groan.

"Because I feel like I'm falling apart, Todd." He whispered more to himself, feeling his voice was shaky and tired. Almost like he couldn't keep up the act anymore.

Todd's eyes widened a bit and he looked down. He then looked at Bojack, his eyes shone with kindness. "I can help you pull yourself together."

Todd closed the gap between them and put his hand on Bojack's arm, gently leading him to the living room. "Why don't you sit down. I'll get you something to drink."

Bojack just breathed in slowly, his lungs felt closed in just then and he needed to breathe. Somehow, he was feeling at peace already with Todd handling everything.

"Okay. Thanks, Todd. Do you know where the cups are?"

"I know my way around your kitchen."

"Oh duh. You lived here." He smacked his forehead, "So what do you wanna do?"

"Hold up." He got two glasses and poured some iced lemonade, and came over to hand one to Bojack.

"Here, have something to drink." He put down his own glass on the coffee table. "So, Bojack, since you're starting that job soon, I got you something."

Bojack almost choked on his drink. "Yo-you didn't have to."

"Oh, but I wanted to." He smiled, his hand behind his back.

"What is it?" He grinned, sitting more upright in his seat.

"Open it!" He said in a cheerful way, handing him a rectangle package that was wrapped in purple paper.

He smiled at him and took the present, and in unwrapping it quickly, he saw a very nice leather bound teacher's planner, a matching memo book, and a desk calendar that looked like had a joke about teachers on each month.

"It's all made of one hundred percent cotton paper, so it's very smooth and there's very high quality leather for the covers. I heard that college professors only use really good pens so I picked out this fountain pen, there's ink and different sized nibs." He stuck out his tongue slightly and reached in his pocket. "Sorry, I forgot to wrap it."

The pen was black and gold, and looked very professional, and the pen had his initials, B.H. on it.

Bojack gave Todd a bemused smile, feeling nervous and excited at the same time. He was beyond shocked by this sweet and wonderful gesture, feeling even more regret in knowing he'll be so far away from Todd soon, and the affection for his friend swelled deeply in his chest. He put the presents on the table and almost leapt from his seat to give him a hug.

"These are the nicest, most thoughtful gifts anyone has ever given me. Thank you. The pen is very nice. Awesome touch with my initials."

Todd sighed happily. "I'm so glad you like it."

Bojack held him tighter, and felt Todd hug him back.

"You're my best friend, why wouldn't I wanna do something for you." Todd said in a soft, sweet way, making Bojack's whole face feel hot.

Bojack got out of the embrace for a moment and looked at Todd, his passion lingering a bit and he really wanted to kiss him.

Todd looked a bit nervous at Bojack but said nothing.

They moved away from each other an inch and both sighed.

"You're the most wonderfully thoughtful person I ever met, Todd." Bojack said in a breathy, low voice. "I'm so glad you're back in my life. I'm just so sorry I'm leaving."

The words spilled out of Bojack and Todd looked at him in a way that seemed thoughtful and with a bit of affection.

"You don't have to apologize, bro. You're still my friend even if you move. I'm glad we're closer now. It's all I ever wanted."

Bojack smiled and almost wanted to ask him if he wanted to come with him, but said instead, "You know, me too. I hope we can still see each other... you know."

"Yeah, totally. I'll visit."

Bojack smiled, but inside he felt like a wreck. "Thank you again for these really wonderful gifts, Todd."

"I really wanted to."

They both gave each other a stare that felt as puzzling as it felt warm, and after a few moments, they looked away.

Todd went to the restroom and then afterwards they started to be more casual with one another, and to feel more normal without discussing the last few odd moments between them, they started to watch a movie. It was obviously about pilots and had that 80's feeling all over it, from the music to the hairstyles... and he realized Todd put on Top Gun.

They were both on the couch together and were silently watching the movie. Save, for when Bojack would laugh at something unfunny.

But then, he felt a bit of weight on his shoulder. He looked gently over and saw that Todd fell asleep on his shoulder.

Bojack beamed but was nervous. He leaned a tad forward and smelled Todd's hair.

"Wow." He said out loud. That woke up Todd.

"Huh? What? What's going on?"

"Um, hah. You fell asleep on me. Not that I minded."

"You said, 'Wow,' pretty loud."

"Oh. Because, your hair smells good." He realized how forward he was being, but didn't care anymore. Todd almost jumped back, in almost complete shock and still half asleep.

"What? Okay. This is getting weird. What the hell is up?" Todd moved back a bit and looked at him suspiciously.

"I don't know." Bojack said in a broken voice. "You just are... Todd, I.."

Todd looked at him empathetically. "It's not a big deal. Don't worry about it, man. We're cool."

Bojack looked up and felt like something lit up inside his soul. "It is a big deal. You smell nice and my couch smells like you. I miss you all the time." Bojack felt his whole body go hot. He looked away. "I'm going to miss you even worse in Connecticut."

Todd's cheeks turned bright red, and he bit his lower lip. "Bojack, I can't do this with you."

"What? What are we doing that you can't do?"

"Just... this."

"Can't we finish the movie, at least?"

"God, you are so immature."

"Well, Todd, you can leave if you want. I won't stop you."

"Well, fine."

As Todd actually started to leave, he felt so bad and got up quickly, almost sprinting toward him. He took Todd's arm, watching his surprise as he wrapped himself around him with so much force he felt dizzy.

"Don't go."

"You want me to stay this bad?" He sighed gently.

"I am so tired of pretending. I want you to stay, like, really bad."

Todd smiled and hugged him back.

"Okay. I'll stay. Just loosen your grip a bit please. I can't really breathe."

They both got out of the embrace. Bojack whispered, "I'm sorry," as he released his hold on him.

"What're you pretending, exactly?"

"Huh?"

"You said you are so tired of pretending."

"Okay, Todd. I'm going to level with you here. I'm not a straight forward type. I'm a backwards, half ass, run of the mill asshole who thinks everyone loves him. I usually try to intimidate everyone before they get to know me so I don't end up hurting them. What I'm so tired about is, being that guy. I do care. I just, can't stop playing this part."

"It's like you're more of an actor in real life than in your characters in movies. Damn. That's deep."

"Fuck it, yeah. That's it in a nutshell. You know, I really appreciate that way you sum up what I say in some fucking philosophical line. It's brilliant. You're brilliant."

"You mean that?"

"Fuck yeah I do. Want some dinner?"

"Sure. I can cook if you like. And for the record, I don't believe that. At least, not entirely."

"Huh?" Bojack questioned, feeling dumb for the nervous response.

"I'm just saying, I don't think you're an actor with the people closest to you. I think, and I may be wrong, but you kinda unload all your pain and negativity on your friends and family because you're secretly hoping someone can help you with it. You act narcissistic and angry, but you're actually not that way. You might hide some things. But not the truth, because you show it more than you ever say it."

Bojack looked shocked, and he coughed in a shaky way.

Todd looked at him and smiled. "Dude, I'm not going to bite your head off, you can say something."

"You can cook?" Was the only intelligible thing he could say, a stifled, terse laugh showing off his nerves.

Todd looked at him understandably and laughed in a good natured way. "Umm yeah. I cook for Princess Carolyn all the time and her kid."

Bojack was relieved that he didn't press anything else, because Todd's speech about him was so true it rattled him a bit more than normal. "Okay, what do you want to cook?" He sighed with a bit of laughter, "I mean, I thought hash browns were your main thing."

"Italian? And hash browns are your thing. Well, our thing."

Bojack smirked. "Hmm, you're right. Italian sounds good."

"Okay. Do you have garlic? Flour? Olive oil? And red chili pepper flakes?"

"Hell no."

"Okay, lets go to the store. I'm going to make you homemade pasta."

Bojack was highly entertained by this twist and nodded. "Hell yeah."

Todd laughed.

They went to the marketplace about a mile down the road. "Shit, I haven't been to a grocery store in awhile."

Todd looked at him mildly amused. "I go every week now. I buy fresh stuff. I cook lots of healthy food for the week. It's better for you."

They almost ran through the store, riding the cart down the aisles, laughing for no reason and both were wondering how something as mundane as buying groceries could actually be fun. It was as thought they reverted back to being teenagers. Of course, a few choice snobby and elderly customers were giving them dirty and judging looks. But, neither of them cared.

'Todd can even make shopping for fucking garlic an adventure,' Bojack thought with a perplexed and quiet smile on his face.

"All this time we lived together and we never did this? So lame."

Todd nodded. "Yeah, you were lame back then." He made a overly serious face. "It was always, 'Clean up your shit, Todd!' and I found it to be quite boring."

Bojack sarcastically laughed at the impression. "Well, what about, 'Oh, I'm Todd and I'm perfect in every way without a single flaw or characteristic of negativity!' like the tool you were, back then!"

"Yeah, I totally said that before. What a realistic quote about what I think about myself."

Bojack playfully hit Todd's arm. "But you act like it. You are so carefree all the time. Taking chances and doing off the wall shit."

"Shows what you know."

"Well, maybe you can teach me."

Todd laughed quietly but sort of out of frustration, "I am teaching you, like, right now."

Bojack was quiet, and then said, "So going to this store and buying olive oil and garlic is teaching me about you?"

"Yes. God, you're so incorrigible." Todd teased him.

"Ohh, you're smart."

"Fuck you."

They finished the shopping and Todd paid for the groceries, but not before Bojack insisted that he should pay as he started taking out his money. It almost became a bit of a passive aggressive conversation between the two of them until Bojack said, "Fine, then, I'll buy the most expensive bottle of wine you guys have in this store for dinner." He said it so loudly that Todd cringed and mouthed out an apology to the cashier.

Todd finished paying and went toward the front of the store. "You're not buying wine for real, are you?"

"I'm buying it for you, not me."

Todd said nothing, but he smiled.

"I'll meet you in your car. Keys?"

Bojack tossed him the keys and the other started walking with the groceries toward the car.

"Damn him. Like my fucking wife or something, going shopping together and cooking for me. It's not like I want to marry him. Shit." He mumbled under his breath. But he felt like he was blushing. Super badly, too.

He went over to the alcohol aisle and found the most expensive bottle of wine behind a glass case that was locked. "Shit."

He hated talking to store employees. They acted like they were doing you a huge favor to unlock a case that the customer could never undo unless they had a key and it made him so annoyed.

But, without a hitch, he found someone to get it for him and he quickly paid for it.

When they got home, Todd started cooking and preparing dinner right away. "Okay. So it'll be ready in about an hour or so."

"What is this again?" Bojack motioned toward all of the ingredients.

"It's called spaghetti aglio, olio e peperoncino, and it's from Naples. It looks like a simple dish but has a delicate and complex layer of flavor. You want to help?"

"I'm really bad at cooking. But can I help you by doing nothing and just staring at you, asking constantly when dinner will be done?"

"Fuck that." But Todd laughed anyway.

"What will the chef have me do?" Bojack thickly laid on an insultingly bad accent of a snobby French chef, which made Todd laugh even more.

"I need a lot of garlic sliced thinly. Can you do that while I start on the pasta?"

"I can try. Just don't get mad if it's not perfect."

"Oh, it better be perfect. I'll kill you."

Bojack chuckled. "Not if I kill you.. ah, never mind. This sounds super gay. I'm just going to slice the garlic. WOW. Even more gay."

Todd grinned but said nothing as he started the dough as Bojack was silently watching him in awe. The way he expertly made fresh pasta dough from scratch made him so jealous of all of that kneading and pressing. He wished it were him being touched so carefully.

"Shit. I cut my fucking finger."

"Uh, duh. You weren't paying any attention. That's why." Todd stopped kneading and washed his hands. "You need to stop the bleeding. Here, let me help." He got a cloth from a drawer and took Bojack's hand, wrapping the towel tightly around his cut. "After it stops bleeding, clean it off and put on a bandage. I can finish with the rest of the prep."

As Todd placed the towel on the others finger, they both drew a tiny bit closer than they normally did. Their eyes locked and Bojack felt like he was melting into the other's gaze.

"You're fucking wonderful." Bojack blurted out with sincerity.

Todd blushed bright red, looking down and biting his lower lip.

"I am not."

Still holding on to Bojack's finger with the towel, they inched closer almost like a magnetic pull.

"Yes. You are." Bojack insisted.

Todd closed the gap and sort of rested his head on the other's chest, and they stayed like that for one minute. It felt like an instance of where time stood still and they felt like the only two people in the world.

"I can hear your heartbeat. It sounds crazy fast," Todd said in a soft way.

"Why are we doing this, like, isn't this cheesy? We're cooking dinner together and now we're just kind of... together?" Bojack pondered out loud in a very nervous voice. "Wouldn't it be nice if... Uh, never mind."

"Smart ass. That's a song title." Todd smirked. "I like that song, actually."

"Gay." Bojack said simply.