He thinks about that for a second and the expression on his face reveals that this may in fact be the first moment he's stopped to think about the integrity of the garment he rended for funsies. But then he shrugs. "Whatever. We live in the mall now."

He kisses Kyle's face and his ear and his neck as he pushes the shirt off his body. "Can you? Tell when I'm lying?" he asks. "How?" One part delighted and one part skeptical he flops back and wrestles with his pants while awaiting his answer.

"It's ok. Nervous and excited are like roommates," he assures moving on to Kyle's pants when his own are out of the way. "I thought you would. You boy scout," he pecks Kyle's cheek. "Jew scout. I know. But like I don't think I can go around saying that without coming off as antisemitic..."