Ask him about Cameron waking up all s-stiff down there.

"Hey, Newton...?" You begin sheepishly, twisting the toes of one shoe into the ground.

"Hey Debbie! Again."

You breathe in deeply, and exhale over the course of several seconds. You can do this! It's Newton, you don't have anything to be afraid of. Okay, here goes....

Speaking in rushed melted-together sentences, you explain what happened when Cameron was sleeping. Retelling the story is a very distressing experience, and just when you think you're about to start crying a little Newton stops his workout and puts a hand up to stop you. With that, he steps forward and wraps his arms around you in a tight and muscly embrace. It'd be nicer if he was less sweaty, but still, it's the thought that counts and it's the thought that gets your heart-rate back within acceptable parameters.

"No sweat, friend." He says, which you find funny. "That can't have been nice for you. But don't worry, this 'Cameron' isn't actually dirty at all! That's just what happens when men don't do any sex stuff for a while."

You sniff. Pulling your head from his chest, you look up to him and wipe your eye a little. "Even you?"

Newton lets out a deep and bellowing laugh. Then looks back to you. You don't know what that means.

So.... Cameron's not a pervert then? He's like that because he's pure? Oh no! Now you feel really bad.... maybe you can help him stop waking up like that somehow? Yeah! You owe it to him.

"Thanks, Newton!" You smile. You'll help Cameron with this for sure!