"I am NOT, Roxy and Quentin like not old man music!" He's laughing, though. "Whatever, I'll make you both listen to a bunch of fucking Lil Nas and Doja Cat and you'll love it."

Kyle shakes his head again. "Broship. Yeah. I've had that." Boy, has he.

"Yeah, you're a frappuccino guy."

Kyle then goes about twelve different shades of red. "Carter! David!" He sputters for a few seconds, trying to figure out what to deal with first.

"Okay, ONE: why do you think I'm a bottom?!

Two: I don't need condoms, I'm clean. I already told him about my HIV thing.

Three: no really, why am I the bottom?! Not that I dislike it I just wanna know! Q is the twinky looking one!"