There was about twenty seconds of silence, Rusty wondering if Brad would say anything to him apart from "Um". Apparently not. So it was with great effort that Rusty grabbed his pillow and hauled his gut around on the bed so that he was lying on his back, but maintaining the pillow over his face to do what Brad had asked.
"Ok so go ahead. I'm not looking at you. I can't see your face or imagine your lips or anything."