Through the gap in an open door, we see a girl button her shirt, dart a lingering glance at the bedroom's unseen occupant, and tentatively step into the common room while smoothing her unkempt curly hair. She notices Steve sleeping on the couch, two pillows trying desperately to prop up his head. He waves. "You don't look very comfortable," she says curiously. That's because he isn't, Steve notes with an awkward smile. "Well, hon, why do you like sleeping on the couch?" she asks, amazed. Steve, stunned that she can't put together why he's exiled to the couch, stares at her as if her bra is dangling from her left nostril. Curly fills in that Heath explained Steve's insistence on the couch, and how it's all tied into his back problems. "Oh, yeah," Steve covers ineptly, unable to make eye contact. "And we both know how [Heath] is terrified to sleep alone," pities Curly, who leaves unsaid the fact that she selflessly helped Heath through another terrifying night by flashing her twin nightlights and letting him, er, load the battery. Steve gives an "ooooookay" nod, and Curly suddenly looks slightly suspicious. Turning slowly, yanking on her shirt, and fussing with her tresses, Curly embarks on that most sacred morning-after ritual: the walk of shame. Steve politely calls, "See you soon," to which Curly replies, "I hope so." Ten bucks says Heath can't remember her name.
Steve later confronts Heath about the endless string of booty calls blocking the phone line that is Steve's half of the bedroom. He wonders whether Heath feels at all guilty about what he does to these girls. "No, actually, I feel quite good about what I do to these girls," Heath answers mischievously. Steve suggests that perhaps they want more than just sex. Heath blinks, bites back a smirk, and averts his gaze, because he knows they want more, so he spanks them for no extra charge. "They all probably like you a lot, and you could be -- and this might sound stupid or whatever -- but you could be hurting them," Steve stammers heroically. Heath whatevers that no one has complained to him before, but Steve counters that Heath never talks to them again, so he wouldn't know if his conquests feel slighted. "I know that I love to talk after sex," Steve says, praying Heath doesn't also read that Seventeen magazine stashed in the bathroom. "You've had sex once," Heath snarks, rolling his eyes. "And we talked!" Steve exclaims. Heath says nothing. "It was great," Steve nods.