"Man, what the hell kinda prick do you think I am?" Russell asks, though he's not really offended and his voice isn't hard or angry. He's from a small town, he knows the kind of idea that carries with it, and it's not like it's entirely wrong. He'd never give someone a hard time over being gay, but it does mean he doesn't really know how to talk about it.

"I don't care, as long as he's happy," he says, waving his hand. "I was just never sure if it was okay to ask him somethin' like that. I mean, I kinda figured it out awhile back when I picked Reid up for somethin' and the big guy was starin' at me like he wanted to take my head off."