"I— what? Dude!" But he doesn't argue beyond that. He reaches into his pants to adjust himself as he stands. "I've literally never used lube to jack off," he clarifies. He closes his pants and tugs his shirt down to try to hide the bulge. "Ugh, I'll be right back."

He's tempted to see if Michael has any alcohol in his truck, too, just to get them both feeling a little more relaxed. Caleb won't drink any, of course, but that wouldn't matter. He could just sip from his flask, and Michael wouldn't have to know it's just tea.

He gets out to the truck and finds the duffel back, the pocket, and the lube. Then he makes sure to lock the door when he closes it again, with no additional rooting for alcohol. As he steps back up into the room, he says, "Dude, your truck was unlocked. That is so unsafe. I locked it for you."