“So, how was your date?” is the first thing Justin asks, but the fact that Kevin is going for the fridge in a straight line and that it is not that late… he figures the answer will be negative. He knows that Kevin will probably not confide him, but…. “What happened?” he asks anyway. Kevin sighs and wonders if he should tell. Doesn’t really matter, whoever he talks to, everyone will know within a day.
“Good and bad.” Kevin hesitates.
“Stop being a lawyer. Spill…. I’ll hear about it anyway.” Justin’s logic is one that Kevin can’t beat.
“We had dinner at an Indian restaurant.”
“Alright. Bad table manners?” Justin nods understanding.
“No. Just perfect. He knew what to do and what not to do.” Except for the kissing part, but Kevin cannot yet admit to that.
“He bored you to death with stupid stories?” Justin tries, but Kevin shakes his head.
“He was very funny and entertaining and I had a great time.”
“He let you pay for everything?”
“Nope. He was willing to pay half the bill, although what I had was more expensive then what he had. But I paid everything. I had the feeling that he didn’t have that much to spend.”
“So, he’s not cheap either.” Is Justin’s conclusion, wondering what could be Scotty’s problem. “I give up. What was so bad?”
“He kissed me. In the restaurant.” Kevin says slowly.
“Why?” Justin’s asks. “Other boyfriend in the place? To shock or entertain? Or….”
“Because he likes me!” Kevin replies, annoyed at Justin. From across the kitchen table Justin looks at him, trying to make sense of Kevin’s story.
“So-o-o-o, you went out with some dude who was, in your opinion, hot, cute, considered, well-mannered, entertaining and not cheap. And then, he has the audacity to kiss you, because he wants to show you that he likes the man HE is dating…namely you....” sarcasm is dripping through with every word. “…Wow, man, your life really sucks!”
Kevin looks even more miserable now. All Justin’s questions lead to the feeling, that he had a perfect date, with only his own stupidity to blame that he was here, in this kitchen, making a sandwich, talking to his brother instead of where he really wanted to be. In his bed, with Scotty very closely pressed up against him.
“Kevin, whatever you’ve been smoking or drinking or swallowing this evening, don’t use it again. You are seriously having a bad trip.” Is the best advice Justin can give him, sliding off the chair and with a gentle ‘goodnight’ he leaves Kevin alone in Nora’s kitchen.