Kenny shares his first kiss with someone four years his junior, and all he can think about is the kid's older brother. He's wondering just how Kyle will kill him. He hopes that it's quick and painless.
He reels back almost immediately, feeling like shit and like he needs a beer.
"Hey," he says, trying to sound casual. It's definitely awkward.
"I already know," Ike cuts him short. Kenny doesn't understand how Ike could possibly know.
"Wait—" Kenny starts, stops. Unsure.
But Ike jumps over the side of Kenny's piece-of-shit-pickup before Kenny even has the chance to say, "Don't go."