Staas couldn't suppress the giggle at Ira's question. He was feeling a bit more level now. He'd always been one to bounce back from strong emotions, whether it was anger or sadness or fear or whatever. He was never comfortable until he was back to his energetic, happy self, and he did whatever it took to get back there. Even if he had to fake it at first.
"Hardly. And you're more likely to lose good stuff, if they squirm. But it did usually mean sex was about to happen, so that's always good." He sent a more cheerful grin over to Ira, and tilted his head toward the livingroom, indicating they should go sit again. He led the way, picked Carey's picture up, and carried it back to its shelf. He paused for a moment, making sure it was angled just right, then returned to the couch.
"So, uh. To save my sanity and all, can I ask about, like, I don't know. You?" He settled at the end of the couch again, facing the other man, and drew his legs up. He balanced his mug on one knee. "I mean. Bisexual college graduate from Pittsburgh. I know about your family, and I know about your jobs, but how about relationships and shit? Any really important ones lurking in your past? Does your family know you're bi? Cause you seem pretty easygoing about it, but I only just found out. Or am I not supposed to ask these questions?" He gnawed at his bottom lip gently, suddenly concerned that he was monstrously overstepping.