Had he been less panicked, Josh might've protested the use of past tense with regard to his hotness. Instead he found himself stuttering, trying to piece together a plausible sentence that still passed for technically true. "The, the--there's no reason to... I mean--college parties, yeah... You know... Uh..."
Eventually he threw his arms over his face and gave up, leaning back against his pillow in defeat. "I plead the fifth," he muttered.