"I think you just seem like the type. You're very much full of rockstar energy." The look, the rebel attitude, the intentional displays. That kiss, fuck, it was the most he'd ever been kissed and his cheek still tingled from it. "I'd have pegged you for a ladies man, if it weren't for the earring and the book."

He looked him up and down and then shrugged. "I don't pick up blokes but I picked up enough from going out to know a queer when I see one."

Looking inside, he watched them make their chips and waited eagerly. "So tell me what the catch is then. You're handsome and you're being all nice to me and I'm some disease riddled stranger on a train. You in a cult? Recruiting for you church? Cause I know I ain't that handsome."