"Okay," he mumbled into his knees. "Okay, it could totally be worse..."

He could know about the dress, for instance. Or that he'd gone to sleep practically on Ryohei. He wasn't sure why the thought bothered him so much--it wasn't like Liet was ever going to like him back, so it wasn't like he'd be jealous or something--but it made him feel weird to think about him knowing, anyway.