Panel 1: Taylor sits on his bed, one leg dangling off the edge. As he pulls off his outer t-shirt, leaving the green undershirt, there’s a knock on the door. He answers: “Yeah?”

Panel 2: Darrell peeks through the door: “You awake?”

Panel 3: Taylor looks up at him with tired, baggy eyes and messy hair, and Darrell remarks: “Oh damn, you do look like shit.” Taylor, half smiling: “Thanks. Y’know, I can hold my liquor, but liquor and weed together is apparently a lot.”

Panel 4: Darrell continues standing in the door and glances away nervously: “Hey, so, I just wanted to apologize for getting weird last night. I don’t usually talk about, y’know, sex, with just anybody, but I was real high and…”

Panel 5: His nerves shift to awkwardness as he continues: “I dunno, for an older guy you feel really... nonthreatening? I mean you said a while back you weren’t gonna come on to me and I actually believe you.”

Panel 6: Taylor rubs a hand on the back of his neck sheepishly. “Well that’s good, because it’s true.”

Panel 7: There’s a moment of silence between them, both looking away from each other.

Panel 8: Darrell looks back over and asks: “So have you just like, never dated anyone?”

Taylor hangs his head in exasperation, groaning: “Ughhhhhh”