Music played softly from his iPod and he folded his arms over his bare chest. He just couldn't sleep. He tried watching television but he couldn't focus. All he kept thinking of was Savaro and the way he'd all but pulled into a shell when asked if he was gay. Taking a deep breath he shook his head. He knew Savaro was gay—the way he'd reacted to the question confirmed it but why did he care? Why did he feel so obsessed over a man he barely knew? Walking to the kitchen, he poured himself a glass of water and sat on a stool peering at the television, playing on mute. It was on SPIKE TV playing a program called 1000 Ways to Die. It was a funny show despite the name since most of the deaths were just humans being idiots. After the episode with two guys getting impaled by cactus, he rolled his eyes and switched the channel to a re-run episode of Criminal Minds. Even that couldn't take his mind off the man he'd met in the restaurant. By the time morning rolled around, all he wanted to do was just stay in bed.
