"Straight" his ass. Maybe "straight with an exception," though Peter should definitely not read into it. He knows (...was instantiated knowing) that he gets crushes far, far too easily, and he definitely should not get a crush on a boy who claims to be straight and to have been "experimenting". That is a recipe for disaster.

(Peter is so funny, isn't he. Isn't it funny how he thinks he'll manage to not get a crush. Isn't it funny how he thinks he doesn't already have a crush.)

(Ha ha ha.)

"What are you writing?"

"Oh I have a blog about my life and the sense that no one else is self-aware in the hopes that it might reach someone else who is, ideally a whole bunch of them, so that I won't be alone. Although I'm hoping I'll figure out a way to uplift everyone, too, even if for some insane reason I am the only self-aware person in existence."

"Self-awhotsit?"

"Self-aware. It's when you're aware of your own awareness, you can see the inside of your mind and introspect on your own feelings and thoughts and senses. Are you self-aware, Doyoon?"

"Sounds nerdy, so probably not."

"Part of why you're a particularly difficult case, my friend, is that I think you'd say that even if you were wrong."

"That's probably true. I just kinda say things sometimes."

"I've noticed this about you, though I've also noticed a less pronounced form of that about everyone, which feeds into my theory about self-awareness. I'm being slightly facetious, though; I don't think the problem here is exactly that everyone isn't self-aware. Probably."

"Now you're just using difficult words to make me feel bad."

"At least partially true!"

"You're a dick."

"I'm also a pretty face and a tight, hot bod."