Stan sputters slightly, blushing pink, and then laughs, "Uh no, Stan is fine." Firkle shrugs in response crossing his arms. "What are you doing here?"

"I need your help," Firkle says. He can't help the blush that comes over his face at the thought of asking for relationship (?) advice from a poser.

"Wouldn't Henrietta or Michael be better to ask?" Stan questions skeptically, "Or maybe even Pete?" Firkle shakes his head and Stan sighs and moves out of the doorway, "Come on in, I guess."

"Thank you," Firkle mutters wondering in past Stan. They both head up to his room and Firkle sits on the floor while Stan drops down on his bed.

"So," Stan starts, "What do you need?"

"Raven-"

"Stan," he corrects.

Firkle ignores him. "You are dating someone, right?"

Stan quirks an eyebrow at this and hums, "Yeah. Why?"

"And they happen to be male, right?"

"Yeah...?" Stan draws out. "What exactly are you getting at here?"

"Um," Firkle pauses, looking down at his lap before whispering, "There is someone I uh like. And um I don't know how to deal with him..."

Stan nods before leaning back against his bed frame. "Oh, okay. Does he know?"

Images of Ike kissing him and the feeling of his hand on- "I hope so, by now."

Stan tilts his head in confusion, "Uh okay then? I'm going to take that as he does." Firkle hums noncommittally, "Are you two dating then?"

Firkle has to think about that question. They do kiss and act intimate around each other, but not around anyone else. Ike has never explicitly said that they were dating or boyfriends or anything. He didn't want Firkle to meet his brother either, it seemed and based on his short, but to the point conversation with Tricia it seemed clear that he didn't want Firkle to misconstrue anything about the way he feels...

"I..." Firkle starts, not looking at Stan, "I don't think so."

"So," Stan says motioning with his hands, "You're not dating, but he knows that you like him?" Firkle nods. "Well, are you only friends?" Firkle shakes his head as the blush on his face grows and Stan nods. "Kind of sounds like you're uh fuck buddies or something."

"Fuck buddies?" Firkle repeats and Stan nods slowly.

"It doesn't sound like it's anything serious," he says with a shrug, "is that what you needed help with?" Firkle looks down sadly and nods. He stuffs his hands in the pocket of his black hoodie, having left Ike's letterman at his house.

"Yeah..." he stands up, "Thanks..." he pauses for a moment, "...Stan."

Stan smiles, "No problem."