"Oh... oh, yeah... sorry." He manages to sound both a little more alert and distinctly chagrined at Jedao's explanation. He's honestly never been in a position to find out about little details like that. Quick fucks with strangers in bathrooms and back halls just don't really lead to things like getting stuck together with drying come.

He hopes Jedao doesn't notice--or doesn't mind, if he does--that he sneaks another soft kiss to the nape of his neck before (still reluctantly) letting go of him and rolling a little away. He supposes this is his cue to get up and leave. Which he'll do any second now. Really he will.