Fox's Glade so fresh so clean

Good. Great. It was settled then. He couldn't wipe that stunned, horrified expression off of his face. 

Cool. Yeah. Sure, lets go to.. home base? What? Something clicked in his head and he sort of snorted and did a double-take. Fully platonic, broski behavior. No homo, visiting your space, no favors, that kind of.. seeing, right? He looked a bit like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar; and without waiting for an answer (or maybe imagining one) he began to march in one direction — although he didn't know if it was the correct one.

If redirected he'd about-face. 

Yes, right, 'course. Lets go.