This REALLY Ain't No Gazeebo

“Hiii…”
Hiram looked up from the book he was reading and shuddered. Then, he slowly lowered his gaze back to his book, softly shaking his head to himself, mumbling,
“Hello.”
It was one of those young crazy puffs again. And one of the bad ones, too. The image he’d just seen flashed into his mind, distracting him from the page he was reading: ultra-tight magenta pants. Tight white tee (through which his bloody nipples could be seen!). Open-toed designer shoes. Crimson toenails! Long (for a man) blonde hair, with big sunglasses on top of his head. Black eye-liner. Blush. A big red leather purse. With a button on it. That said “I ♥ PENIS”. Dear Lord! He shuddered again.
The fashionable young man sat down across from the reading man.
“I’m Sean,” the young man said, smiling, stretching out his hand.
“Hiram,” the other replied, shaking Sean’s hand quickly.
“Oh my god, Hiram, what an awesome name! I’ve only ever heard it once before! It’s such a pretty name. D’you know what it means?” Sean said, with his elbows on his crossed legs and his chin in his hands.
“Uhh—” Hiram began. He knew it all right – it had just escaped him for a second there. “—uh, it means noble,” he said, and looked back down at his book.
“Wow, that’s so cool. It suits you so well!”
“Why thank you.”
“Sure. Say – what’s you sign?”
“My what?”
“Your sign… You know, as in, your star sign?”
“Oh. Umm…” he hadn’t thought about that in so long, he couldn’t even quite remember. “Uh, it’s the goat or the sheep or something.”
“Oh, you mean like Aries?”
“Yeah, that’s the one.”
“Oh,” Sean responded quietly, lowering his eyes.
Hiram expected him to say something. What was his point?
“‘Oh’?” he asked Sean, who still made no motion to answer. So, he continued, somewhat irritably “Why ‘oh’?”
“Oh,” Sean began to say, “it’s just that’s, well, you know… I’m a Capricorn.”
Hiram stared at Sean.
“A-and?” he asked, losing his patience. “What’s the problem? Do you need another cabin then, or something?”
“Oh, nonononononono, it’s fine….