Ally snorted, pulling his hand away from Moe's head. "Alright, Mr. Touchy." He tilted his head slightly, voice thoughtful. "Would you tell me if I told you something embarrassing about myself? I sure hope so, because I'm going to say it either way. One time, in 8th grade, I liked a girl and was planning to ask her out. That day, I felt sick but forced myself to go to school. Right as I was about to ask, I vomited partially due to nerves but mostly due to sickness. I puked all over her dress, just moments after I told her she looked pretty in it."