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Subtext [Romantik/Intimität + Händchen Halten] + für mich
Team: Ravenclaw
Fandom: Band of Brothers
Charaktere/Pairings: David Webster, Joe Liebgott
Wörter: ~1900
Prompt: Romantik/Intimität + Händchen Halten
Warnungen: Das ist absolut nicht respektlos gegenüber dem echten Joe Liebgott und dem echten David Webster gemeint, sondern bezieht sich lediglich auf ihre fiktiven Versionen in der wunderschönen HBO Serie "Band of Brothers". Die einfach sehr viele Vibes haben, wenn sie nicht grade streiten und bickern. Das spielt irgendwann nachdem die Amerikaner in Deutschland einmarschiert sind.
Warnungen II: Mein Englisch suckt!
Vorwort: In der Serie ist es so, dass Liebgott und Webster diejenigen sind, die am besten deutsch sprechen (Liebgott weil seine Eltern deutschsprachige Einwanderer waren und Webster weil er ein preppy College Junge ist, der Literatur und Sprachen mag) und natürlich fiel mir dann gleich ein super intelligenter, atemberaubend spannender Spionageplot dazu ein, wo sie undercover.... nur den hab ich nicht geschrieben. Sondern das hier. XD
Inhalt: Liebgott und Webster flirten. Auf Deutsch. Nur nicht miteinander. Oder vielleicht doch?
Afterwards Webster wasn’t sure how it all had started in the first place, but thinking back it might have been Luz’ fault.
Stuff like this was always Luz’ fault.
Luz’ fault and the fault of an unknown German girl that Webster had never even met.
Jesus Christ.
“Stop yappin’ at me”, Liebgott hissed. “I can’t just teach you German in five minutes.”
“I just need a few words”, Luz begged. “Come on. Gimme something.”
“What the hell would you even say to her?”
“I don’t know, man. That she’s pretty? She’s a feisty one, you know. A redhead.“
Liebgott rolled his eyes. “Dude, I’m feisty.”
He had spent the last hour sitting in the sun, cleaning his weapons in that passive-aggressive way of his that made Webster smile and sigh in frustration at the same time. Everything Liebgott did or said was always passive-aggressive. Or not passive, but definitely aggressive.
“Yeah, but she’s a redhead. Redheads do it for me.” Luz nodded enthusiastically.
Liebgott sighed. “For Christ’s sake, Luz.”
“Yeah? What’s it for you, Joe?” Luz asked, clearly interested. “What gets you all hot and bothered?”
Webster kept scribbling in his notebook and tried to look as if he wasn’t listening too closely.
He wasn’t sure how always ended up in the vicinity of Liebgott and his passive-aggressive weapon cleaning ways, but somehow he did. He didn’t exactly know WHY though. They didn’t talk a lot, and when they did, all they ever seemed to manage was to argue. And even if Liebgott didn’t argue with him, Webster ended up listening to him argue with somebody else anyway. Like today.
Liebgott shrugged. “Don’t really care for the hair color. I’m more of an eye kinda guy myself.”
“What? You mean, she needs to have some big round ‘eyes’,” Luz made an obscene gesture in front of his chest, “or you try telling me you really look them in the face?”
“What if I do?” Liebgott asked, sounding irritated.
“You shittin’ me.”
Webster understood why Luz sounded rather disbelieving. The way Liebgott talked about women - about people in general - made it seem highly unlikely he was interested in anybody’s eyes. He mostly sounded angry, when he talked about people. Like he planned to punch them all in the face. But maybe that was just Liebgott’s default setting.
“Blue,” Liebgott answered kind of randomly while he cleaned his rifle with newfound venom. “Big blue eyes. Do it for me.”
Webster paused for a split second, but it was actually Luz who said it. “You mean, like Web here? He’s got some nice big blues. No offense, Web.”
“None taken”, Webster managed.
“Yeah, fuck yourself. Never bothered to look at his eyes,” Liebgott snorted, and he kind of demonstratively didn’t look at Webster right now. Which might be saying something. Or maybe not.
“So, what do I tell her?” Luz asked again. “Like when I want to say she’s really pretty or has nice tits or eyes or whatever.”
Webster cleared his throat, prepared to answer, but Liebgott beat him to it.
“Du hast wunderschöne Augen.”
This time he did look at Webster.
“What does that mean?” Luz frowned.
“You have…beautiful eyes,” Webster answered instead of Liebgott and he even managed not to stumble across the words. He felt a blush spreading across his face.
Liebgott cleared his throat and lowered his eyes back to his rifle.
“Oooh! Great. I like it.” Luz nodded approvingly and repeated the sentence a few times. He completely butchered the vowels, but Webster supposed the “feisty” redhead would probably get the meaning anyway.
“What about you, Web?”
“Me?”
“Yeah. What are you into?”
“Uhm I…” He scratched his head. “I don’t know. Feisty… works for me? Feisty is good, I suppose?”
He felt Liebgott’s eyes on him and willed himself not to look. His heart hammered uncomfortably in his chest.
He wasn’t sure what was happening.
Or if anything was happening at all.
For all he knew they were actually talking about pretty girls.
“Yep it is!” Luz nodded approvingly.
“I like it when they read”, Webster added, feeling bold. Again he looked everywhere but at Liebgott.
“Really?” Luz sounded surprised. “Well sure, I mean, if you are into that…” He made it sound scandalous and vaguely dirty.
“I like to read”, Liebgott offered quietly.
“Really?” Webster cleared his throat. “I didn’t know that.”
Which was a lie.
And Liebgott knew that it was a lie.
“That’s right!” Luz exclaimed. “Joe is always going on and on about Dick Tracy and Flash whatshisname…?”
“Gordon”, Webster and Liebgott said in unison.
“Yeah, that’s the one.” Luz laughed. “You two are nutjobs. Okay, gimme some more. She won’t tell me her name, you know? So, I need to call her something and I can’t call her ‘Fräulein’ the whole time.”
“Liebling,” Webster said and made a point not to look at Liebgott. At all.
“You shittin’ me. Like Lieb~gott?” Luz sounded positively gleeful.
“Absolutely not like Liebgott. Lieb~ling,” Webster repeated and cleared his throat. “It means darling.”
“Got it.” Luz grins and waves. “Thanks guys.”
And that was exactly how it started. Because the next day it was Talbert. And then Perconte.
Obviously Luz had told the other guys about the hot German girls he had scored and how some „Liebling“ here and some „du bist wunderschön“ there had eased him the way.
After that Webster and Liebgott ended up being pretty much the most sought after guys in the company.
Which sounded cool at first, but got… very weird really fast. In a way Webster hadn’t anticipated.
Because surprisingly Liebgott knew a lot of nice things to say in German.
And he said them all in front of Webster.
“So give me something for ‘beautiful’, yeah?” Perconte asked eagerly. “Gorgeous. Pretty. Hot as hell. Something like that?”
“Umwerfend,” said Liebgott and looked at Webster. He cleared his throat before he continued as if he wanted to make every word count. “Wunderschön. Bezaubernd. Fesselnd. Ein Hingucker.”
Webster’s heart skipped a beat and he willed himself not to blush.
For all he knew they were still talking about pretty girls.
Perconte scratched his head. “Oh man… that’s a lot? Can ya give me, I don’t know - just one or two maybe?”
Liebgott groaned. “Write it down, man.”
“…can you repeat them?”
“Jesus fucking Christ on a shit stick!”
Webster tried not to smile. “Come here Perconte. I write some of them down for you.”
“Oh yeah?” Liebgott threw him a lazy grin. “Come up with compliments of your own, college boy. Why do I have to do all the heavy lifting around here? “What do you say when you like someone?”
Webster paused mid-motion. Perconte looked at him expectantly while Liebgott looked mostly bored and disinterested, except for the fact that his eyes never left Webster’s face.
“Faszinierend,” Webster eventually said, stumbling across the word.
“Lame,” Liebgott instantly replied, even though he looked, in fact, intrigued. “Come on, you can do better than that, Web.”
Webster licked his lips. He could do better.
He just wasn’t sure if he wanted to open this particular can of worms.
“ Atemberaubend.” His heartbeat quickened and he looked Liebgott straight in the eyes. “Anziehend. Berauschend. Unglaublich. Betörend. Der Hammer."
Liebgott stared at him. For a second everything was quiet.
“Are these any good?” Perconte asked eagerly.
Abruptly Liebgott lowered his eyes. “Yeah”, he said and stood up. “I guess, that… that works. And now piss off, man. Go bother someone else with your stupid questions.”
He managed to avoid Webster for the rest of the day and Webster was left feeling unsure if he had done something very right or very wrong.
Or maybe both.
For a few days they successfully managed to dodge questions about flirting with German girls.
But one evening Liebgott sat down across from Webster as if nothing had happened and started to passive-aggressively clear his rifle.
Webster didn’t lower his notebook and he tried not to feel hopeful since it seemed clear Liebgott was in a mood.
He nearly bit Shifty’s head off when he asked about compliments.
“I swear to god, Shifty…!” Liebgott hissed. “It’s not that hard!”
“But it’s sounds really strange! You’re probably saying it wrong!”
“If I have to listen to your sad attempt at human speech one more time, I’m gonna…”
“Shifty,” Webster said quickly and stopped writing. He could almost watch things escalating from where he sat. “Shifty, come here. Look. Maybe try it like this: Ich mag dich.“
“For Christ’s sake.” Liebgott spit. “He doesn’t LIKE her. He wants to grab her tits.”
Webster raised his eyebrows. “I’m sure she’s going to love it if he tells her exactly that. Wow, I really wonder why you haven’t scored a girl yet.”
He did wonder.
After all it would’ve been easy for Liebgott, considering he didn’t have the language barrier the other guys did.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes!”
Liebgott glowered at him.
“But I do like her,” Shifty said thoughtfully. “She seems really sweet.”
“Well, good for you!” Liebgott snarled. “Then go ahead and let Web tell you all about it. His German is hilarious though - probably because college boy didn’t even finish college.”
Webster tried not to feel hurt over this and failed. It actually stung. “What…” he cleared his throat. “What do you want to say?”
“She’s really sweet and I don’t want her to hate me,” Shifty offered hesitantly. “I wouldn’t hurt her, you know? I’d never hurt a girl. No matter if she’s German. I don’t want her to think she HAS to do… things? I just… I just want to sit somewhere and look at her and hold her hand and tell her that’s she’s pretty. But… only if that’s fine with her.”
It was possibly the most endearing thing Webster had ever heard in his entire life.
“But don’t tell the other guys, please?” Shifty added belatedly.
“Don’t worry,” Webster said. “Your secret’s safe.”
He could feel Liebgott’s eyes on him, but refused to give in.
“Sei nicht böse“, he said softly, looking everywhere except at Liebgott. “Ich möchte nur deine Hand halten.”
“What does that mean?” Shifty asked eagerly.
Webster cleared his throat. “Don’t be angry,“ he began.
Liebgott was the one to finish. “…I just wanna hold your hand.” It sounded uncharacteristically soft.
“Yes, this!” Shifty nodded enthusiastically. “Gimme some more, Web! I think she was scared the first time I talked to her and I want to apologize, you know?”
“Es tut mir leid,” Liebgott said. He translated it himself, before Shifty could ask. “I’m sorry.” He sounded sincere and strangely hopeful.
“Ich… ich mag dich wirklich,” Webster said quietly.
Shifty looked at him questioningly. Webster looked at Liebgott.
“I really like you”, Liebgott translated slowly, softly, stumbling across the words. He looked angry and embarrassed, but fiercely kept his eyes on Webster. “Mehr als die Mädchen,” he added. “More… more than the other girls.“
Webster opened his mouth to correct him, because he never said ‚other‘, and abruptly closed his mouth again.
‘ I really wonder why you haven’t scored a girl yet’
He swallowed thickly.
It was very hot all of a sudden underneath the warm German sun.
“Ooooh!” Shifty sounded thrilled. “Can you write that down? This is great, guys!”
“What are you? A complete moron?” Liebgott snorted. “It’s two sentences!”
Webster adverted his eyes and tried not to smile.
--> Wer jetzt mehr wissen will:
[Wer zur Hölle sind Liebgott und Webster?]
Joe Liebgott = Mouthy little cab driver/barber with anger management issues
David Webster = Preppy harvard literature major with deep thinky thoughts and lots of manpain
They're angry at each other a lot...
which is kind of hilarious because Webster is such a prissy little bitch when he's angry
But if they're not angry at each other than they talk about their future together and how Web is studying literature and Joe is all "YOU SERIOUS? I LOVE TO READ, DUDE!" (Like Dick Tracy and Flash Gordon mostly...)
And Web is all "...*lulz* You're cute."
Credit: I took all of the screncaps from croakvegas wonderfully comprehensive Webgott-picspam, which you find HERE.
Fandom: Band of Brothers
Charaktere/Pairings: David Webster, Joe Liebgott
Wörter: ~1900
Prompt: Romantik/Intimität + Händchen Halten
Warnungen: Das ist absolut nicht respektlos gegenüber dem echten Joe Liebgott und dem echten David Webster gemeint, sondern bezieht sich lediglich auf ihre fiktiven Versionen in der wunderschönen HBO Serie "Band of Brothers". Die einfach sehr viele Vibes haben, wenn sie nicht grade streiten und bickern. Das spielt irgendwann nachdem die Amerikaner in Deutschland einmarschiert sind.
Warnungen II: Mein Englisch suckt!
Vorwort: In der Serie ist es so, dass Liebgott und Webster diejenigen sind, die am besten deutsch sprechen (Liebgott weil seine Eltern deutschsprachige Einwanderer waren und Webster weil er ein preppy College Junge ist, der Literatur und Sprachen mag) und natürlich fiel mir dann gleich ein super intelligenter, atemberaubend spannender Spionageplot dazu ein, wo sie undercover.... nur den hab ich nicht geschrieben. Sondern das hier. XD
Inhalt: Liebgott und Webster flirten. Auf Deutsch. Nur nicht miteinander. Oder vielleicht doch?
Afterwards Webster wasn’t sure how it all had started in the first place, but thinking back it might have been Luz’ fault.
Stuff like this was always Luz’ fault.
Luz’ fault and the fault of an unknown German girl that Webster had never even met.
Jesus Christ.
“Stop yappin’ at me”, Liebgott hissed. “I can’t just teach you German in five minutes.”
“I just need a few words”, Luz begged. “Come on. Gimme something.”
“What the hell would you even say to her?”
“I don’t know, man. That she’s pretty? She’s a feisty one, you know. A redhead.“
Liebgott rolled his eyes. “Dude, I’m feisty.”
He had spent the last hour sitting in the sun, cleaning his weapons in that passive-aggressive way of his that made Webster smile and sigh in frustration at the same time. Everything Liebgott did or said was always passive-aggressive. Or not passive, but definitely aggressive.
“Yeah, but she’s a redhead. Redheads do it for me.” Luz nodded enthusiastically.
Liebgott sighed. “For Christ’s sake, Luz.”
“Yeah? What’s it for you, Joe?” Luz asked, clearly interested. “What gets you all hot and bothered?”
Webster kept scribbling in his notebook and tried to look as if he wasn’t listening too closely.
He wasn’t sure how always ended up in the vicinity of Liebgott and his passive-aggressive weapon cleaning ways, but somehow he did. He didn’t exactly know WHY though. They didn’t talk a lot, and when they did, all they ever seemed to manage was to argue. And even if Liebgott didn’t argue with him, Webster ended up listening to him argue with somebody else anyway. Like today.
Liebgott shrugged. “Don’t really care for the hair color. I’m more of an eye kinda guy myself.”
“What? You mean, she needs to have some big round ‘eyes’,” Luz made an obscene gesture in front of his chest, “or you try telling me you really look them in the face?”
“What if I do?” Liebgott asked, sounding irritated.
“You shittin’ me.”
Webster understood why Luz sounded rather disbelieving. The way Liebgott talked about women - about people in general - made it seem highly unlikely he was interested in anybody’s eyes. He mostly sounded angry, when he talked about people. Like he planned to punch them all in the face. But maybe that was just Liebgott’s default setting.
“Blue,” Liebgott answered kind of randomly while he cleaned his rifle with newfound venom. “Big blue eyes. Do it for me.”
Webster paused for a split second, but it was actually Luz who said it. “You mean, like Web here? He’s got some nice big blues. No offense, Web.”
“None taken”, Webster managed.
“Yeah, fuck yourself. Never bothered to look at his eyes,” Liebgott snorted, and he kind of demonstratively didn’t look at Webster right now. Which might be saying something. Or maybe not.
“So, what do I tell her?” Luz asked again. “Like when I want to say she’s really pretty or has nice tits or eyes or whatever.”
Webster cleared his throat, prepared to answer, but Liebgott beat him to it.
“Du hast wunderschöne Augen.”
This time he did look at Webster.
“What does that mean?” Luz frowned.
“You have…beautiful eyes,” Webster answered instead of Liebgott and he even managed not to stumble across the words. He felt a blush spreading across his face.
Liebgott cleared his throat and lowered his eyes back to his rifle.
“Oooh! Great. I like it.” Luz nodded approvingly and repeated the sentence a few times. He completely butchered the vowels, but Webster supposed the “feisty” redhead would probably get the meaning anyway.
“What about you, Web?”
“Me?”
“Yeah. What are you into?”
“Uhm I…” He scratched his head. “I don’t know. Feisty… works for me? Feisty is good, I suppose?”
He felt Liebgott’s eyes on him and willed himself not to look. His heart hammered uncomfortably in his chest.
He wasn’t sure what was happening.
Or if anything was happening at all.
For all he knew they were actually talking about pretty girls.
“Yep it is!” Luz nodded approvingly.
“I like it when they read”, Webster added, feeling bold. Again he looked everywhere but at Liebgott.
“Really?” Luz sounded surprised. “Well sure, I mean, if you are into that…” He made it sound scandalous and vaguely dirty.
“I like to read”, Liebgott offered quietly.
“Really?” Webster cleared his throat. “I didn’t know that.”
Which was a lie.
And Liebgott knew that it was a lie.
“That’s right!” Luz exclaimed. “Joe is always going on and on about Dick Tracy and Flash whatshisname…?”
“Gordon”, Webster and Liebgott said in unison.
“Yeah, that’s the one.” Luz laughed. “You two are nutjobs. Okay, gimme some more. She won’t tell me her name, you know? So, I need to call her something and I can’t call her ‘Fräulein’ the whole time.”
“Liebling,” Webster said and made a point not to look at Liebgott. At all.
“You shittin’ me. Like Lieb~gott?” Luz sounded positively gleeful.
“Absolutely not like Liebgott. Lieb~ling,” Webster repeated and cleared his throat. “It means darling.”
“Got it.” Luz grins and waves. “Thanks guys.”
And that was exactly how it started. Because the next day it was Talbert. And then Perconte.
Obviously Luz had told the other guys about the hot German girls he had scored and how some „Liebling“ here and some „du bist wunderschön“ there had eased him the way.
After that Webster and Liebgott ended up being pretty much the most sought after guys in the company.
Which sounded cool at first, but got… very weird really fast. In a way Webster hadn’t anticipated.
Because surprisingly Liebgott knew a lot of nice things to say in German.
And he said them all in front of Webster.
“So give me something for ‘beautiful’, yeah?” Perconte asked eagerly. “Gorgeous. Pretty. Hot as hell. Something like that?”
“Umwerfend,” said Liebgott and looked at Webster. He cleared his throat before he continued as if he wanted to make every word count. “Wunderschön. Bezaubernd. Fesselnd. Ein Hingucker.”
Webster’s heart skipped a beat and he willed himself not to blush.
For all he knew they were still talking about pretty girls.
Perconte scratched his head. “Oh man… that’s a lot? Can ya give me, I don’t know - just one or two maybe?”
Liebgott groaned. “Write it down, man.”
“…can you repeat them?”
“Jesus fucking Christ on a shit stick!”
Webster tried not to smile. “Come here Perconte. I write some of them down for you.”
“Oh yeah?” Liebgott threw him a lazy grin. “Come up with compliments of your own, college boy. Why do I have to do all the heavy lifting around here? “What do you say when you like someone?”
Webster paused mid-motion. Perconte looked at him expectantly while Liebgott looked mostly bored and disinterested, except for the fact that his eyes never left Webster’s face.
“Faszinierend,” Webster eventually said, stumbling across the word.
“Lame,” Liebgott instantly replied, even though he looked, in fact, intrigued. “Come on, you can do better than that, Web.”
Webster licked his lips. He could do better.
He just wasn’t sure if he wanted to open this particular can of worms.
“ Atemberaubend.” His heartbeat quickened and he looked Liebgott straight in the eyes. “Anziehend. Berauschend. Unglaublich. Betörend. Der Hammer."
Liebgott stared at him. For a second everything was quiet.
“Are these any good?” Perconte asked eagerly.
Abruptly Liebgott lowered his eyes. “Yeah”, he said and stood up. “I guess, that… that works. And now piss off, man. Go bother someone else with your stupid questions.”
He managed to avoid Webster for the rest of the day and Webster was left feeling unsure if he had done something very right or very wrong.
Or maybe both.
For a few days they successfully managed to dodge questions about flirting with German girls.
But one evening Liebgott sat down across from Webster as if nothing had happened and started to passive-aggressively clear his rifle.
Webster didn’t lower his notebook and he tried not to feel hopeful since it seemed clear Liebgott was in a mood.
He nearly bit Shifty’s head off when he asked about compliments.
“I swear to god, Shifty…!” Liebgott hissed. “It’s not that hard!”
“But it’s sounds really strange! You’re probably saying it wrong!”
“If I have to listen to your sad attempt at human speech one more time, I’m gonna…”
“Shifty,” Webster said quickly and stopped writing. He could almost watch things escalating from where he sat. “Shifty, come here. Look. Maybe try it like this: Ich mag dich.“
“For Christ’s sake.” Liebgott spit. “He doesn’t LIKE her. He wants to grab her tits.”
Webster raised his eyebrows. “I’m sure she’s going to love it if he tells her exactly that. Wow, I really wonder why you haven’t scored a girl yet.”
He did wonder.
After all it would’ve been easy for Liebgott, considering he didn’t have the language barrier the other guys did.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes!”
Liebgott glowered at him.
“But I do like her,” Shifty said thoughtfully. “She seems really sweet.”
“Well, good for you!” Liebgott snarled. “Then go ahead and let Web tell you all about it. His German is hilarious though - probably because college boy didn’t even finish college.”
Webster tried not to feel hurt over this and failed. It actually stung. “What…” he cleared his throat. “What do you want to say?”
“She’s really sweet and I don’t want her to hate me,” Shifty offered hesitantly. “I wouldn’t hurt her, you know? I’d never hurt a girl. No matter if she’s German. I don’t want her to think she HAS to do… things? I just… I just want to sit somewhere and look at her and hold her hand and tell her that’s she’s pretty. But… only if that’s fine with her.”
It was possibly the most endearing thing Webster had ever heard in his entire life.
“But don’t tell the other guys, please?” Shifty added belatedly.
“Don’t worry,” Webster said. “Your secret’s safe.”
He could feel Liebgott’s eyes on him, but refused to give in.
“Sei nicht böse“, he said softly, looking everywhere except at Liebgott. “Ich möchte nur deine Hand halten.”
“What does that mean?” Shifty asked eagerly.
Webster cleared his throat. “Don’t be angry,“ he began.
Liebgott was the one to finish. “…I just wanna hold your hand.” It sounded uncharacteristically soft.
“Yes, this!” Shifty nodded enthusiastically. “Gimme some more, Web! I think she was scared the first time I talked to her and I want to apologize, you know?”
“Es tut mir leid,” Liebgott said. He translated it himself, before Shifty could ask. “I’m sorry.” He sounded sincere and strangely hopeful.
“Ich… ich mag dich wirklich,” Webster said quietly.
Shifty looked at him questioningly. Webster looked at Liebgott.
“I really like you”, Liebgott translated slowly, softly, stumbling across the words. He looked angry and embarrassed, but fiercely kept his eyes on Webster. “Mehr als die Mädchen,” he added. “More… more than the other girls.“
Webster opened his mouth to correct him, because he never said ‚other‘, and abruptly closed his mouth again.
‘ I really wonder why you haven’t scored a girl yet’
He swallowed thickly.
It was very hot all of a sudden underneath the warm German sun.
“Ooooh!” Shifty sounded thrilled. “Can you write that down? This is great, guys!”
“What are you? A complete moron?” Liebgott snorted. “It’s two sentences!”
Webster adverted his eyes and tried not to smile.
--> Wer jetzt mehr wissen will:
[Wer zur Hölle sind Liebgott und Webster?]
Joe Liebgott = Mouthy little cab driver/barber with anger management issues
David Webster = Preppy harvard literature major with deep thinky thoughts and lots of manpain
They're angry at each other a lot...
which is kind of hilarious because Webster is such a prissy little bitch when he's angry
But if they're not angry at each other than they talk about their future together and how Web is studying literature and Joe is all "YOU SERIOUS? I LOVE TO READ, DUDE!" (Like Dick Tracy and Flash Gordon mostly...)
And Web is all "...*lulz* You're cute."
Credit: I took all of the screncaps from croakvegas wonderfully comprehensive Webgott-picspam, which you find HERE.