Well, that's one way to take it. Johnny returns the smile, laughs and sits back, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah," he says. "I, uh. Yeah." He flops back against the pillows and holds out his hand for the scotch. "Sorry about that. I'm going through kind of a... weird... phase right now."

So helpful. "I mean like I didn't used to... you know." He shrugs. "Like guys. Not until Gabe. Have you ever been with a guy? It's fuckin weird. I mean like it's good and all, but it's like... they don't think like women at all, you know what I mean? They think more like you, except when they don't."

Ooookay. He drinks to stop himself talking. Shut up, Johnny.