Casper's on the verge of snapping back that Casey had seemed to enjoy himself. After all, on the same fucking day he'd offered to go for Round 2. The other boy acknowledging this willingness again, though, cuts the point out from under him and renders him momentarily silent. So does the fact that, however much he hates himself for it, he's wondered the same thing. Once or twice.

His jaw clenches and returns flatly, "Shit, probably."