Adam’s washing his hands in the bathroom sink and thinking his five minutes are just about up when the door to the restroom opens and Lewis comes in. When Adam glances up at him, he sees a darkness in Lew’s eyes he doesn’t like. Who am I kidding? he asks himself, scrubbing his hands beneath the flow of water. I don’t like anything about him.
Lewis goes into one of the stalls and closes the door behind him. Adam wants to tell him that’s unnecessary—he isn’t interested in checking Lewis out if he uses one of the urinals. He might like guys but he isn’t going to watch them piss.
But Paul told him to be nice and since he doesn’t think he can do that, he at least keeps quiet. He frowns at the water washing over his hands, at the soapy bubbles disappearing down the drain. When Lewis flushes th
