Stan blows his first load by mistake, two inches from Kyle at two o'clock in the morning. He sits straight up in bed and lifts the mauve comforter with shaking fingers, half afraid of finding a yellow stain spreading across the sheets. Instead his underwear is glued to skin, spunk-stuck to his thighs.
When Stan finally slips out of the coverlet Kyle cracks his eyes open. He doesn't interrupt until Stan begins pilfering a pair of Terrance and Phillip y-fronts from his top left drawer.
"Stan?" Kyle whispers worriedly into the darkness.
"I don't know what happened," Stan confesses miserably.