[That look on Blake's face is enough to tell him one thing. He does want it. Bro hadn't been wrong after all when he thought Blake was just a deprived bisexual. That look alone tells Bro that he would take him up on it if he wasn't afraid. If he wasn't so fucking closeted.

But he can't blame Blake for that. He can't blame him for what he continues to say, even if he wishes he could just tell him to shut up and come with him back to his inn so he can prove him wrong. He knows it's not that simple. He can't blame Blake for being so damn cautious when that's exactly the impression he's given him before.

He's wrong though. That's not something he would do. Not when Blake is obviously afraid- even if he doesn't want to admit he's afraid. Sexuality isn't an easy thing. It's not something you just experiment with on a whim. Bro knows that. It took him a long time to get to where he is, to get as comfortable as he is. It'll take Blake time and effort to get comfortable. Bro wouldn't sabatoge that.]

Carter.

[His voice is firm. Serious. The look in his eyes says he's being patient, understanding.]

I wouldn't do that. This ain't a joke to me, drunk or sober. I know this is a big deal to you. I'm not... takin' it lightly. I know what I'm askin'. You have to know I ain't trying to screw with you. Trust me. Please. If we do anything... Anything at all, I ain't gonna tell a goddamn soul.