Yeah, okay. I'm sick of this. Every time you come within five feet of me I either want to run off or...um. Something else. So.

If we can fix this with...your method, let's do it. [That's it Cloud. Just treat this objectively. This is just a cure for a current condition. It's not a big deal. Besides, this was going to happen sooner or later.

...that and the prospect of finally getting laid is a nice one. Though he has to admit he never thought it'd be with a GUY.]