Gershel is not, by definition, a very attractive person, so it's kind of a relief that he isn't completely in the buff just yet. Instead, he's crouched down against the locker room wall, clad in a pair of heavily stained boxers, shaking like a leaf and desperately trying to avoid eye contact with Jock.

Is there really no way around this? Hadn't the book been enough? It was a really nice book, and Gershel liked a lot of the pictures and he thanked Jock for it personally, but it still wasn't enough. Jock just wouldn't drop it. He was just too danged helpful.

"S-so, uh..." He runs a hand through his hair, fingers catching on countless tangles and knots. "Would you mind, er, running all that by me again? I mean, just one more time. Don't think I really caught all that." He totally caught all of it, though. He caught it the last three times Jock explained it too him, and now he knows more about showering than he ever thought he would.

Because Gershel is stalling.