"What? No, no, it was not bad," Caleb says. He can feel Michael trying to put the pieces together. "It was very not bad. That... was part of the problem, actually."

He explains it to Michael as well as he can: that he hadn't invited Clint over with any plans to make out, that it'd been this dumb wrestling match like any TV movie. That he'd liked kissing him, but then his phone alarm had gone off, warning him it was time to head to the shop, and... well. By the time he'd gotten Michael's voicemail, it'd felt weird to think about going back to the apartment, to chance facing Clint and going back to that moment.

"I didn't hate it," he says. "But... I dunno, like... I feel guilty?"