"If it is, we're more doomed than we already are," Joel says with a laugh, shifting his arms to brush some hair from his eyes. It's not even a question of being doomed, he knows he and Spencer are already so far gone. Dane has them both wrapped around his little finger and they're hopeless. "Do you want to hold him? He's fast asleep and hasn't eaten in the past little while, so he probably won't throw up all over you."