Then William freezes. "Wait," he says. "Wait, you don't have, like," he makes some obscene gestures, "a problem, do you?"

Brendon follows William's hand motions, forehead crinkling. "What?"

Gabe snickers. "Oh, dude."

"What? What are you--Oh my god, are you--" Brendon covers his face with his hand. "No. No," he states emphatically. "And stop doing that, Bill, please stop." He can't help giggling a little, though.