What was sadder, the guy who owned the fold-out or the two people having sex on someone else's fold-out?

Diego didn't really care; this was exactly what he needed right now. His breath was starting to come out in pants as the pressure low in his stomach (below the stabbing area) started to build up. He ran his thumb over Annie's cheekbone, giving her a look like she was the only thing in his universe.

Which was kind of true, at the moment. He certainly didn't give a single fuck about the apocalypse right now.