For a while Eliot just stares at Sunshine in disbelief, his glass halfway to his mouth. No way. No fucking way. He can't even appreciate how floppy and snuggly Johnny's being because, no, no, this is too much, this is amazing and hilarious and impossible all wrapped into one.

So it is with something of a manic gleam in his eye that he asks, when he finally regains the ability to speak, "Does he happen to be, say, English, with hair so bleached it should be a felony?"