There's comprehension in Rivas. There's relief in Neil. The youngest of the three nods once, acknowledging the unsaid and the spoken.

Then remembers the utter absurdity of the "help" he requires. He grimaces. Hopes this won't sour one's views. "This will sound like a crazy man's request, but..."

He trails off, body bracing itself for the possible backlash. "I'm looking for alternatives," Neil continues. "Anything that's not what folks normally think of when it comes to a male having...relations with a male. If you, um, catch my drift."

God, just. Kill him now. Please.