Kyle keeps his hands tucked away, cheeks scarlet, scowling.

"Whatever," he mutters. "I'll remember not to burden you with the knowledge of my romantic life. I'll just talk to Roxy." He does actually feel bad about it, and now he's hideously embarrassed. He should have known better than to say anything.

"They really are fucking everywhere," he says. "I don't get why it's a thing."