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The back bike seat, you pervert!

I'm finding that hard to believe.

I clean up pretty nice, if I say so myself. Used some of my scholarship runoff to buy the suits I needed. Slick my hair back and I look pretty damn sharp.

When I see it, I'll believe it.

And you'll probably never have a cause to see it. I said I clean up good, not that I like doing it.

And I.. what's the opposite, clean down good?

...Scruff up? That's an adjective I've never actually had to think about. Um...

Give me three days and I have a mean stubble.

I just kinda keep forgetting to shave.

I only have to do it a couple of times a week. I can't seem to grow facial hair.

Dad and I both end up with stubble a lot. ...So does KRO. We must've got it from him.

How often do you shave? [he reached out without thinking, stroking down the side of his face, feeling the stubble]

Uh... [...Oh, okay, um. That was a little forward. Andrew blinked.] Whenever I think to? About every other day? I've kinda already got started working on my Master's thesis, even though I've not even got through my Bachelor's yet, so I'm a little too busy to shave every day.

[he froze when he realized what he was doing and stared in shock, his hand still frozen on Andrew's face] Um...

Yeah. You, um. Kinda went for it.

Yea. Um. Sorry. [he dropped his hand, sitting it in his lap] Sorry. I'm an idiot. Sorry.

It's okay. [It'd just been... weird.]

No, it's not. It's... I'll go. Sorry. Really, really sorry.

If you want to go, sure. But seriously, it's okay. It's not the first time I've been accidentally come on to.

I'm not.. what? No, I'm not coming onto you!

Did I... miss something in how you were petting my face?

No! I just.. can we not talk about this? Please?

Good idea. Just. Trust me. It's okay.

I've...I've got to go.

Okay. Take care, man.

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