"Proving reputations wrong since 2007," he finished with a grin. But then Ira's eyes were widening in what Staas could only assume was panic. He had to admit his feelings were slightly hurt that the guy might think that Staas cared in the negative way that Ira was bi. He assumed that's what the panic was about anyway. But then, he also understood how scary it could be, coming out to people. Well, not firsthand, but still. He could empathize.
When Ira said what he said about sharing the bed, and actually looked so concerned, Staas couldn't help but dissolve into a massive heap of giggles, bending over double with them and nearly tumbling sideways off the couch. He caught himself in time, rolling the other way, and buried his head into the cushions that lined the back of the couch. Hopefully his outburst hadn't awakened the kids. Probably not. They slept through most things.
"Dude," he said, with his face still smooshed in pillows and fabric. "Dude!" He pulled away enough to clearly say, "I so don't care." Another giggle. "At all." He thought he had himself under control, and he chanced a glance at Ira. But that set him off all over again, and he went back to his former position, laughing madly into the couch. He actually had to thump his fist against the cushions as well, just to get it all out of his system.
But finally he did, with a few stray giggles here and there as he spoke again. "You know me, man. Come on." Giggle. "My best friend in LA was gay, and we slept together all the time. No big." Another giggle.