He bites into his lip to keep from grinning all over again, wishing there were some instantaneous way to bridge their gap. As if that would somehow make it a good idea. He's the one who ends up forcing himself to turn, though of course it's the terrible Brad Pitt sex scene. What else would it be? "This part always freaks me out," he murmurs, feeling awkward and out of place in a way he never has before, yet another flush eating up his throat.