"They were dead, they didn't have time to make snappy little quips and retorts back at me. I mean, unless it was Blaine on that table," Ravi says, with all the irritation and annoyance that comes of even thinking about that man, which is quite a lot for someone who's usually fairly easy-going.

Sighing, Ravi decides that he has a few sweatervests, so he supposes that he can be generous. "All right, all right, fine," he allows, "but only because you're my best friend," he warns, not wanting everyone to think that it's borrowing time for his things.