Bert walked into the main lounge area of the bus, stood in front of the television, and said, "I might be in love with a guy."

Quinn turned up the volume of the television.

"Quinn," Bert whined. "Come on, for real, listen."

Quinn was not going to listen. And it wasn't because he was jealous. He was just really, really interested in how they were going to flip this house.

But Bert never could take a hint, and he switched off the TV and sat down beside Quinn. "Listen," he said. "I think I'm in love with a guy. What do you think?"

Quinn wondered when exactly Bert had figured this out - three years ago when he started kissing guys on the mouth, or two days ago when he recorded a song with Gerard about anal sex in prison. Quinn turned the TV back on.

Bert sighed, then noticed what was playing on the television. "Are they redoing a kitchen? I love this shit!" He leaned back onto the couch cushions.

As they sat there watched a designer put in a floor mosaic, Quinn's cat walked in from the bunk area and jumped on Quinn's lap.

Quinn pet her gently. "At least you still love me," he said.

"Of course I love you," Bert said. He leaned his head on Quinn's shoulder. "Did they do the bathroom yet?"

Quinn put his arm around Bert's shoulder. "Not yet."