Bart snorted slightly. "Yeah, Tim is apparently prone to gushing. It's almost embarrassing." Of course, he couldn't say this without a smile forming on his face, but that was the whole point. He didn't mind that his friends were happy. He was pleased, in fact.

Scooting down so he could rest his head against Cissie's shoulder, Bart sighed, wrapping his arm more tightly around her waist. "I'm... Thanks, Ciss. That means a lot." Even if he was mentally thirty years older than her, the sentiment remained the same. "You'd be a great older sister." He sighed. "I promise I won't make you wait too long."