[Bobby wonders if Midnighter's ever aware of just how good his laugh sounds. Sometimes he gets the feeling that he gets too far caught up in the darker aspects of his life to ever realize the brightness that he himself brings.]

Please don't judge me for this, but there may or may not be some lube and, uh, some condoms in my jeans pocket.

[He shoots Midnighter an embarrassed grin, though what he has to be embarrassed about now, he doesn't know. After all, he's lying naked in front of a man in a simulated winter wonderland, the ceiling pretending to be a swirl of Northern Lights. He's already veered too far into camp territory.]

Not that you asked about condoms, but. You know. Helpful information is helpful. I swear I'm not being presumptuous.