The first night I met AG we ended up in his dorm room. I didn't have my car with me that night, so he said he'd take me home; but he never asked me for directions. He just started driving, toward campus. En route he called his roommate. "Dude, I need the room." That takes care of that.
We pulled up to his dorm building, and walked across the parking lot. AG caught sight of some students standing outside, smoking; he edged himself a little bit away from me, in case the sight of two guys walking too close to each other looked gay. Of course they didn't give us a second look. But when we walked through the front door, we had a long walk down the hallway, and I thought Some girl is going to come out of her room and recognize me, and this whole thing is going to be over. But we made it. Locked the door behind us. Click.
Standing in the middle of his room, he moved some books off his twin-size bed, while I looked at the random band posters on his wall, his computer screen with itunes loaded, his clothes everywhere. And then he stood up, and we just stood there together, quiet. And he looked at me. "So, what's up?" And he slapped his hands on his thighs. Nervous.
I just repeated what he said...."What's up?"
"Is this alright?"
"My roommate should be gone for a while."
...he looked around the room quickly. His eyes were really, really open. And then he looked back at me. "So what do you want me to do?"