Calvin was thoroughly mortified now, especially when he noticed the hurt written all over Keenan’s face. Keenan could be a goofball, but he was quite sensitive inside. He only cracked jokes to lighten up the atmosphere, and Calvin, in his current agitated state, became overly defensive. He got up in a hurry and approached Keenan before pulling his best friend up and hugging him.
“Kee, I’m so sorry. I crossed the line. I was being a fucking asshole.”
Keenan returned his embrace. “Yes, you are, you jerk, but I forgive you. Your blue balls must be affecting your upper brain.”
Calvin laughed as he stuck his tongue out at Keenan. “Fuck you. My upper brain is fully functioning.”
“That’s what you think,” Keenan said while dragging Calvin toward the couch.
Justin took up the spot next to Calvin on the couch. “Let us get back to the issue at hand. What’s going on between you and Turner?”
Calvin could feel himself blushing. His neck and cheeks were really warm now.