You and Taylor are best friends, one more night. You hear two knocks on the door. You were in your pajamas, but you were home so you didn't need to change. When you open the door you see Taylor who had his face and hands hurt after all he must have just got out of a fight, Taylor sees you dressed like that, blushes a little with a provocative smile, Taylor looked at you without shame.

“I used to have a problem, but now I have a problem down there,” Taylor says, hiding the bulk.