Kim has worked his entire life to present a smooth, featureless professional surface to the world, to leave only the most superficial, unconcealable parts of him open to their judgment, to keep all the secret strangeness in him safely hidden away.

It's bad enough, a voice inside him warns, that he admits to being homo-sexual when he's asked, but it is unthinkable, intolerable, deeply frightening to let the world see that he is capable of losing his heart not just to a man, but to this man: ridiculous, disheveled, larger than life, completely insane, and utterly incapable of keeping any part of his life a secret.

"Ah, well, fuck it," he says, and he kisses Harry anyway.