[Ronan remains there, his head on Jesse's shoulder, scrutinizing him through the dark. His arm comes around, draping across Jesse's chest in a loose hug, ignoring the mess that coats his skin.]

I'm going to be fucking honest here. I'm in love with someone already, and you're not the one. So if you're panicking right now about what you're going to say to me tomorrow morning, you don't have to let me down easy. You're a straight guy, and you were high, and you were horny, and I was here. Secretly you're thinking it felt good at the time, but you don't want to do it again, because you're into chicks, and Ronan Lynch is just some creepy motherfucking faggot. Blah blah blah, identity crisis, whatever.

Look, man, you're still straight and you'll have a hot wife someday and forget this ever happened. It's dark out here. You weren't even thinking about who you were with. And I'll totally get it if you don't talk to me again.