Mike at David's living-room table. He's putting some of his comics in plastic sleeves. David, off-camera, asks, "You've got to be pretty careful with those, huh?" Mike nods that they're pretty valuable, "so you gotta protect them from the light." Heh. Mike asks whether David's still mad. David says he isn't. Mike apologizes for lying. David apologizes too: "Sometimes I guess I just get a little worked up over, uh --" Mike finishes, "Brian?" David agrees, "Over Brian." Mike says, "I've known him practically my entire life. I can't just stop seeing him." Dave says that Mike shouldn't have to: "You should feel free to see whomever you want to see. After all, this is a relationship -- it's not a maximum-security lockup." Yeah, neither one of them would last a day in Oz. Mike kisses him. David snarks, "So are you and Brian getting the band back together?" Mike laughs, "No, I think the Backstreet Boys have usurped our former glory." David asks him if he wants to go out, and Mike affably agrees. David tells him to go ahead; he's staying home. Mike asks why David's not coming, and Dave shrugs, "I'm not in the mood. But you go, you dance, you torture all those boys with your sculpted torso [huh?] and then you come home to me." David kisses him. Mike grins, "I think I have a better idea." He goes to the radio, turns it on, and starts to gyrate around David. I think it's supposed to be sexy, but it's really not. A show full of naked men and women, and this is what embarrasses me.