Decrepit
"Did you see the legs on that nurse?" Tucker asked Danny, poking his cane into his side.
Danny snorted, then coughed. "For someone who's terrified of anything having to do with the medical profession, you certainly do get along, you know that, right?"
Tucker chuckled. "Some things make it all worthwhile."
"You're a pig," Danny said, his sentiments echoed as Sam sank down next to him.
"Lovebirds," Tucker snorted.
"We are not!" Chorused, not even a breath apart.
"You'd think that you'd have admitted to it by now," Tucker mused as he stared at his best friends.
"And I think you're a decrepit old coot who doesn't know when to keep his dentures closed," Sam snarked back.
Danny only scratched his head and turned his hearing aid down.