“You are,” said the eyeliner twin happily. “You teach us about s*x positivity and empowerment and guys with really thick—”
“If we can’t have your dress,” interrupted the one who was almost definitely Andrew, “can we have your back issues of Stone? The contributor ones you got for free. In the big box.”
“Um,” Justin said. “Fine, sure, yes. I don’t need them. Why, again?”
“Art project.”
“Mystery art project.”
“You’ll see.”
“Okay…” Justin shrugged, flicked a finger through the air. “They’re on Ed’s bed. Knock yourselves out.”
In the sudden absence of teenagers, silence flowed in like a tide; Justin’s ears were pink. “I’m not really a—I mean I don’t go around sleeping with everyone I—okay, let’s not talk about the princess dress thing ever—”
Kris raised eyebrows, set his eyeliner back
