"You're shitting me," Wayne all-but-gushed. "You AND Ernie? What are the fucking odds?" He paused to drink.
"...you two aren't...together, are you?" Wayne winced at the thought. It just seemed...wrong. "Sorry, let me rephrase that in a non judgmental way. Are you and Ernie together?" He couldn't say it without inwardly gagging, even phrased like that.
"Not that it'd be bad, of course not, but like..." Wayne fumbled, turning red. "If you want, you can forget I asked. Wow, just...two and a half gays from our dorm room alone. What are the damn odds."