"It's the people. You have to-- I want a connection. Not just someone who has only side of me. I don't want that all the time. I mean, I can go days or weeks without really wanting a pet. And for awhile, it was fine to scratch an itch, yanno? I gave up my clients. I can't start relationships with people that used to pay me. And some of the people I sleep with sometimes aren't really my type."

Simon didn't look sad. Just resigned. Like he knew and understood what he was getting at with all of this and he was already counting on not getting anything. He put his fork on his plate, a way for sound to detract or deflect the situation.

"There's someone out there for everyone. The world's just too chaotic to always find them. I think I was getting too carried away with the thought of having you without stopping to think how you might feel about it." He pushed his chair back as if signaling a finite end to this conversation.