They get to the tables with the guys, who’re watching with varying levels of amusement, and finally Ritter drops him on the padded bench. Matt bounces and nearly slides right off. Ritter manages to catch him, one firm hand planted on his chest, pressing him down. “Stay,” he orders and Matt sucks in a sharp breath as something in him goes molten hot. OR Matt's got a bit of a Ritter sized problem.

Dave leans over as he walks towards the showers. “Careful Chucky, you are flashing your tits to whole room.” He expects Matthew to laugh or bite back with some retort, but he doesn’t respond at all. He looks up at Dave, his eyes wide and mouth open in surprise. Dave freezes. He’s never seen Matthew at a loss for a chirp before and he’s mesmerized by the way his pupils dilate and cheeks flush. “So, like, yeah,” Dave takes a nervous step back. “Put them away.” Matthew swallows and Dave follows the movement. Finally he responds, but instead of chirping back he just says, “Ok.”