"Honestly?" John peered down at Simon, partly horrified and partly intrigued. "You..." He gestured at his mouth. "While she was..." Not knowing where he should point, he made a vague, circling gesture at his abdomen. "You're either brave or depraved." John tried to think up a situation in which he would do that, but could come up with none, short of starvation and even then... No.
While all this was going on, his arm around Simon's shoulder shifted and he began to fingercomb his friend's hair. It has a nice texture, after all. Such a quirky man, he was, and of a nice height to fit in the crook of his arm. Why hadn't they ever cuddled before? It wasn't unmanly, it was companionship at its finest!