"That you're into some weird shit, man." But Gabe was laughing a little, triumphant. Looking his usual exuberant instead of moody self. He gently slides Niles' boot off of his foot, and ghosts his fingertips along his calf, as if wanting to touch but hesitating.

"It's okay. We're still friends even if you like to get hurled on for sexual gratification. Though I'm still sort of sad I can't go to the red light district in Amesterdam...I'll never see anything like it."