Luis holds the jersey out again. Gene grabs his own out of his locker, and they trade. They don’t really have to explain beyond that. They stand there in each other’s jerseys, tucking them in before Gene applies eye black to Luis’s cheeks and a quick kiss to Luis’s lips, and Kyle Rivera gives a distinct cheer of delight at that. “I knew it,” Ernie says. “You are always looking at his ass.”
