Things were starting to spiral out of control. Sasha was standing and the controller that had disappeared under the blanket was now in his grasp. Mike's discomfort was clearly shown on his face. Even if he were into Sasha, the way he was going about it was just . . . really creepy. Like a bad porn. Mike watched porn, sure. Being the living embodiment of female kryptonite meant that he had to take matters into his own hands, rather literally.
But everything felt wrong and Mike was started to edge away. This had to be some sort of weird joke, but Sasha, to his knowledge, didn't really joke about things like this. He talked about other boys but never in such a graphic way. And Mike half expected to see other kids from Hydra rush out with a camera and start laughing at him.
They weren't jumping out though.
"No, Sasha," he said, "We're just friends and I really really want to keep it that way. The sort of friends who watch movies and talk about stuff but that's it." God, he had been on the receiving end of this sort of conversation but it never included being friends who hung out but more friends who shared homework answers.