Pretty well!

They walked into the living room to find Dave on the couch with a controller in his hand. He was wearing an old pair of athletic shorts and a stained white undershirt. When he saw Naomi, he sat up straight and brushed the chip crumbs off of his chest. "Naomi! Hey, hi, sorry, I didn't know you were coming over! What's going on?"

"Don't worry about it," Sophie told him. "She needs a place to stay for a little while, so she'll be crashing with us."

"What? Where are your bags? Did you break up with Natalie?" Dave stood up and looked around nervously. "Do you need help bringing them in?"

"Not right now, Dave," Naomi said with a gentle smile. "We've got some questions for you that might sound a little weird, but I want you to be honest, ok?"

"Did you join a cult?" he asked, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. The women chuckled lightly.

"No, no, this is a sort of self-improvement thing I'm working on," Naomi said. "I'm supposed to ask a bunch of people what they think about me, and not just close friends. Since you've known me so long, I thought you'd be a great candidate."

Sophie nodded, impressed with Naomi's quick thinking. "So, here goes. Again, it sounds weird but I'd like you to be completely honest. If you knew you could have me as a completely willing ****, happy to do whatever you wanted forever, would you do it?"

Dave stared at her, his mouth open. "What the fuck? No! Of course not! What kind of pervert- what are these questions?"

"Sorry," Naomi told him. "But I need the answers. If I had to be somebody's **** for the rest of my life, would you rather it be you or your sister?"

"What the fuck?" Dave asked. He looked around again. "Am I on camera? Are you fucking with me?"

"Just answer the question," Sophie urged.

"Her, I guess. I don't know, that seems less bad because you're already great friends." All three acknowledged the unspoken addendum. And she's not attracted to you.

"Great, that's what I needed," Naomi said.

"You forgot a question," Sophie told her. "Naomi and I have been friends forever, right? We've always had each others' backs?"

He nodded. "Yes. Is that the question?"

"Not quite. The question is, what do you think of that? Do you like that we're such good friends, always reliable and always willing to help each other out?"

"...yes?" he said hesitantly. "I mean, I love you, Soph. I like that you have close friends like Naomi, and I'm glad she loves you. What kind of self-improvement thing is this?"

Naomi glanced at Sophie, who nodded. She sat down on the couch and patted the seat next to her. Dave sat down and she reached out and gently placed a hand on his shoulder.