"Becoming a ghost? No. Doyoon's dick? Yes."

Heh heh heh.

"You can't just say that. What if a guy wants a turn?"

"I'm straight."

Blink.

"I'm as confused as you are."

Nuzzlenuzzle.

"Are you straight?" he asks Peter.

"Helllllll no."

"Straight people confuse me."

"I'm bi, to be clear."

"Yeah, me too."

"We should fuck some girls together sometime."

"Hellllll yeah."

"Me, too?"

"Sure."

Peter should probably figure out his feelings w.r.t. fucking people who might be automata but clearly his feelings are not completely negative. And it would definitely be really hard to argue that Doyoon didn't consent. He was very, very enthusiastically consenting, there. And ghost sex was, actually, pretty interesting. He thinks overall he still prefers not being a ghost, but he doesn't object to this, altogether.

"How was your day?"

"It was okay! I had class."

"Me too!"

On the other hand.

"Do you like exercising?"

"Yeah! I like it a lot."

On the other hand.

Peter's just going to shut his eyes for a bit and let the conversation happen around him. It's kind of anthropologically interesting, the way other people's natural social scripts, when he's not injecting artificial complexity into them, are so extremely limited. They're not capable of a ton more than this, demonstrably, but any, and so it's wild to him that they don't even go to that limit on the regular. 

Maybe it's a personality thing. Most of the people he's met so far haven't really been scholars, exactly, so perhaps nerds would behave more like everyone does when Peter is personally trying to extract interestingness from them. He doesn't know.

A couple more of his fraternity brothers show up while Peter is not-exactly-dozing off and join them. They express mild surprise and dismay that the three people already in the jacuzzi are nude and then proceed to not give any more of a fuck about it.