Go to the bathroom

The irony not lost on him, Xander's social anxiety gets the best of him, right when he's about to see his therapist about such a thing.
Cursing the way he felt exposed in these khakis, he can't stand the smirking glances from Ella, as if worried that his dick will soon tear through the material and make itself well and truly known, not just.. suggested to.

His heart pounding, Xander heads off towards the bathroom.
Making his way through the swing door, there's three empty stalls and a urinal. Rather well equipped for a quiet therapy office.