That was another subheading of the law, somewhere, but he didn't really know the official wording. He suspected it was something along the lines of 'Interpreting everything your best friend says as a come-on doesn't mean he's actually coming on to you. PS - stop thinking that way, dumb-ass.'

He'd have to ask his dad if you were allowed to use the word 'dumb-ass' in official legal documentation.

Ryan picked up his controller and resumed playing. "Thanks, man," Seth finally responded, mentally imploring his heterosexuality to return. This thing it had been doing around Ryan, flickering back and forth into Big Gay Territory, was not good for his brain.

"Sure," Ryan said, and everything was cool.

Seth was still doomed, but yes, everything was cool.