"I have brown eyes," Nida says, and it's repeating himself because he's said that to people before. Brown eyes are unremarkable. They don't stand out now, they'll never stand out. Well, no, Billy's do. His eyes are stunning. And having them there, looking at him? It's just, intense. Almost makes him want to do something more than that hand on his shoulder. And he doesn't. Because he's a good friend. Or wants to be.

"Actually, I think definitionally, you'll be the first person to know," he teases, squeezing Billy's shoulder a bit. Just to give himself an excuse to keep his hand there before he has to remove it from Billy. Nida to be touched back, but this is all difficult enough as it is. "I'll be second, or maybe third. But I'm hoping top five at worst."