"No, but..." He shook his head, looking down. "Dean, I don't know, man. What if Dad found out... I mean, it'd be kind of hard explaining posing as a gay couple, you now? It's-- God, it's going to be bad if he picks up on anything from Stanford too, you know."

He shifted away a little, moving to lay on his back, eyes on the ceiling. "Maybe we should've gone with the couple thing back there... Maybe I should call Brady. I doubt anything could be worked out, that it could be played off, but..."

Or that he'd even want to go back and face up to that...