"I'm an epic Christmas nerd. I can't even deny it. It's just like wrapping up all the shit over the previous year with a lot of fun, and chilling out watching cheesy Christmas movies, decorating the tree so much it nearly topples over. Wait, do you go home for Christmas? Is it too much too soon if I kind of hoped we could have Christmas together? I mean, if you do Christmas. You might not, like you don't like Thanksgiving. And that's okay. Hell, you might not even believe in it. Are you Jewish? I am suddenly realising I don't know all the little important things about..." Billy said, scrunching his nose up because he had gone off on a tangent without meaning to. "I'll admit, I nearly fell into that trap because food made you uncomfortable and I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. But I did a lot of reading about it, and I spoke to Gabe with ways I could get my own head around it and he told me that me going weird about my own eating might just make you feel uncomfortable by default. And I may have gone overboard on the chai shopping when you told me the tea and the lattes with almond milk were your favourite. I'm the chai Santa," he laughed.

He shook his head. "Don't be sorry. Or embarrassed. Never embarrassed, not with me, okay? We're guys, this happens. If it ever happens and you, um.... you want a, uh... hand with it, I know someone who might be interested," he joked, keeping it light because although Ajay hadn't come out and said it, Billy had a feeling he might be a virgin just from the fact of how young he had been when the bulimia started and how he said he didn't let people close him. Sex was kind of the epitome of close, so it made sense. "Let me go get the Trash Bag of Plenty for your leg so you can shower."