"I'd be fuckin' down for THAT," Casey replies with yet another grin. This boy is perpetual grins. Either way, he waits for Avery to leave until he does, and he doesn't readjust his shirt until he's outs–

–wait–

–he pops back into the closet, retrieves his shirt, and reemerges, looking satisfied. 'Sheepish' is not a word in his dictionary.

Aware that he's spinning for two (since Jay went and got all monogamous and whatever), he pulls his shirt back over his head and rejoins the circle.