"What?" says Jellybean, grinning down at him.

"Hang on, just a - okay. Tab's going to come over and we're going to have sex," he says. "I wasn't expecting that, but I probably would've if I'd gotten more of her history before coming back here."

Jellybean giggles and pets Cam's hair. "That's cute," he says.

"Yeah. Sometimes I wish Bells were guys more than one time in, apparently, sixteen, but I am pretty okay with being Tab's go-to here."

He pets Cam's hair some more. "I sure wouldn't complain if another boy of you showed up."

"Well, you can't assume he'll be attracted to guys. Glass says me being bi and a guy are completely independent and Bells default straight regardless."

"But he'd still be pretty," Jellybean says serenely.

"He would still be pretty, but you also can't assume he'll be cool with you admiring him very much, since Bells also don't default nearly as poly-friendly as me."

"...Do all the girl Bells who aren't Amariah secretly resent me for thinking they're pretty, or are you just warning me off treating the next boy Bell like I treat you?"

"Thinking they're pretty, no, if there has been any gazing going on they're probably quietly resigned to it depending on the Bell, especially the ones without their own Jokers."

"Okay," he snorts. "So why's Tab want to fuck you, anyway? Doesn't sound like she's another 'poly-friendly' one. You and Amariah tried each other out, but you didn't set up an appointment for it."

"She's been kind of isolated, doesn't want to keep her virginity in a little box to present to somebody boyfriend-shaped who might or might not materialize anytime soon, doesn't want to sleep with a stranger," shrugs Cam, "so, me, not-a-stranger by virtue of althood."

"Makes sense," says Jellybean. Pet pet.

"Yep." Mmm, petting.

Snuggly petting! Mm.

Snuggly petting. And report-reading. Because Tab will be here soon.

And lo, here is Tab. "Hey, Cam. Hey, Jellybean."

"Hi!" says Jellybean cheerfully. He waves with his free hand.

Cam sets the report down, sits up away from Jellybean's lap and petting hand, ruffles Jellybean's hair, and offers a gentlemanly hand to Tab with an ungentlemanly raised eyebrow.

Tab laughs, and takes his hand, and lets her guided teleporting do the work of finding where they're supposed to do this.