Panel 1: Taylor gives Darrell a happy smile: “Really, you’ll talk to one of them?”

Darrell, still aggravated: “I guess.”

Panel 2: Darrell bites his lip as he continues, and his expression shifts into a different sort of frustration. “But I’m only doing it because weed makes me so goddamn horny and I really wanna get laid in a body I actually like someday.”

Panel 3: Taylor takes a step back and raises his hands: “Whoaaa, haha, sounds like my cue to go back upstairs.”

Darrell, in a full on weed addled lament at this point: “I don’t wanna be the only virgin dauor, Taylor.”

Taylor: “Oh don’t worry, you’re not even the only virgin dauor in this house.”

Panel 4: Taylor, having turned and walked to the door, pauses with a hand on the knob, his eyes wide as realization sinks in. Still sitting on the balcony railing, Darrell raises an eyebrow.

Panel 5: Darrell looks over his shoulder in amusement at Taylor, who’s still frozen: “Wait. Really?”

Panel 6: Taylor departs through the door: “Yep leaving now.”

Darrell waves a hand wildly after him, almost falling off of the railing as he calls after with a grin: “No, wait, tell me more about being a forty year old virgin!”

Taylor, from inside: “I’m still only twenty-eight!”