"I didn't think you were stupid, Nicky," Jeff offered with a small smile. "I mean, no, it wasn't your best idea ever, but you were drunk. If I remember correctly, which is somewhat doubtful, I think I danced on the coffee table without my shirt at that particular party, so... Not really in a position to judge drunken behaviors."

"What's 'other guys' supposed to mean?" he asked curiously, shifting to crawl under the blankets on his bed. "All of us gross perverted dudes who watch porn?" He laughed lightly at that. "I don't think I know anybody who doesn't watch porn... Except maybe Kurt. It's natural..."