“Earlier,” he starts, then stops to gain his bearings, “Earlier, when you were breaking the laws of common decency by hunting me down in the men’s room… You asked me if I wanted you. I couldn’t give you an answer then, because I was confused and afraid. I’m still pretty guilty on both counts, but I just sprinted for about a mile and it’s Colorado in January, so I can’t even feel my face right now let alone complex emotions.” (x)