Ray's thighs are certainly helpful. *tilts head and stares*

See, okay. It goes something like this: Ray staggers into the suite carrying two of his boxes (the universal law of dorms goes like this: the elevator will be broken on Move-in day. Always) and then he puts the boxes down, sighs in relief, and, huh. That's Mikey on the couch, Mikey, whose glasses are on the coffee table and who is blinking his eyes open and looking at Ray like, like--oh, damn. Ray knows he's blushing right now.

And then Gerard comes in, and things are awkward, and then Mikey goes away, and Ray moves in, and then later that night, he stares at his ceiling and tries not to think about Gerard's little brother.