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We call each other Larry and Steve when we get nervous, and this was definately a Larry and Steve moment. We were sitting on his creaky bed, being watched by his hideous aeroplane wallpaper. Conversation came out in slow, painful drips like a leaky faucet. I looked at him, and he had the strangest smile on his face. It was wide, and his cheek was twitching as he looked at me intently. When you see something like that, you either smile back or run away in hopes of salvaging at least two of your limbs. I smiled back. He said something along the lines of "so I guess we're going to kiss now." I replied with a "very insightful observation, Larry." And then we did.