[ sha-ming sighs. he is not predisposed to sighing-- but he does, in fact, sigh. a hand smooths down gogol's back. ]

Yeah, that doesn't really work when yer puking your guts out.

[ a pat on the back. then another look away. ]

If everybody already knows, and she's literally gonna torture us over it anyways, why don't we just...

[ another beat. what in the world is driving him to be this stupid-- ]

Hey. [ well, no time like the present. ] Be my boyfriend, asshole.