"How. Do. You. And Brendan. Do it?" the boy explained with the hand that just got freed from a cellphone, while slowly bringing his drink to his mouth, letting the last words echo in the glass. Same words as the first time. What did he mean, for fucks sake? Did he mean handle woman? Did he actually mean how Brendan and he had been 'doing it'? This night definitely couldn't get any worse, Walker thought. He was getting horny as hell, overwhelmed by the frustrated feeling of wanting to jump Joel's – virgin – bones. The thought of licking that saliva from the kid's bottom lip, the thought of invading that fair boy's tight ass… it was just more than he could handle right now, and he also knew he had to retain himself from acting on these thoughts. Brendan would kill him, to say the least. He just wanted to go to bed, have a tug, and get these stupendous thoughts out of his head forever. It was clear that Joel was just plain drunk as hell, and he didn't know what he was asking nor saying – nor doing. He looked at Joel, who was clearly seriously waiting for an answer. Walker just slouched back facing the coffee-table again, leaning his arms on his legs, looking at his spit-out sip of liquor decorating the top of the table. "Okay. Answèr me this then, Wàlker. You see me cryin' over a woman, but you are not invincible èither right? " The boy suddenly repositioned himself, sitting on the edge of the couch now, just like Walker. Way too close – Walker thought – way way way too close. He bit his lip as he felt his boxers slightly rising again. Joel turned towards the older man, resuming his question. "…so…what's your weakness then?" Walker, still staring at the table in front of him, started talking into his glass. "I don't do weakness." Without even looking at the boy, Walker could feel his smirk shining upon him, the boy was clearly amused by his answer. Great. Just great.