Frank and Nate are friends. Frank is gorgeous and bisexual. Nate is medium-ugly and straight. Nate gets his boxers into a twist because Frank brings home a man and blondie-mc-smushed-face can’t deal with a sword fight going down in the bed next to his. Frank in turn freaks out, using smashed ceramics as an antidote to homophobia, and then Nate — in a moment of poetic heat — says, “We were besties, wtf.” And that’s what you missed on The Real World: San Diego.