The kid looks at him with those moony eyes through that shaggy hair, and John's fingers itch to swat the mess outta the way and... well, and do things that ain't exactly kosher in the state of Denmark. But his life is not an alternative romance, it's an action movie, and any daydreams he had about taking things further with Matthew Farrell belong right back at the Fire Sale, when he was baring his fucking soul in the car to a goddamn stranger and practically begging for the kid to tell me that all his cuts and bruises were sexy in that damn tunnel. Now it's time to go back to reality, and that means quiet nights in front of the tube, not Matt Farrell in his bed.