[Conflict resolved for the moment, Jack gave a soft, giddy laugh as he was pushed back, leaning his head back against the broad trunk of the tree and looking at Eugene with a lazy, all-too-pleased expression.]

Oh my God, your mom is-? [He couldn't even finish, flushed with an oddly proud embarrassment, and leaned in to tug Eugene into a brief, playful kiss.] Please tell me she doesn't want me to wear a dress. I'm sure I look awful in women's clothing.