"Hey...Bob, how long have you been there?"

"OK," Yelean says, taking charge - again. "You two should talk about this me and Ava will go inside now."

John and Bob both give her "don't leave me out here with him" looks but she ignores them and leaves with Ava.

They stand in silence for a mintue. And then a minute longer. Bob shuffles on his feet. John turns to look over the city.

"I'm sorry," John says. It seems the best place to start. "I shouldn't have. But we did, and it was not great. And now we're here. I miss being your friend, can we just go back to that?"

"It wasn't very good, was it?"

John, checking that the doors to the tower are closed and no one is lingering close enought to hear. "It was bad. It was just bad sex that we shouldn't have had. I didn't know what I was doing, you didn't know what you were doing, neither of us should have been trying to do anything."

"Oh, I know what to do. I just let you take the lead." Johns face does something at this revelation. "You seemed really keen, and I liked it when you kissed me up against the wall. And you seem to like it when I pushed you onto the bed. But then not so much for the rest of it?"

"How many men have you selpt with Bob?"

"Oh," Bob thinks for a moment. "You're probably the third straight guy I've had sex with." Johns face does something else while Bob is still thinking. "Fourth? Maybe?"

John wonders if he jumped of the tower if he would die if he hit the ground below. Instead he says the thing he actually has wanted to say for the past six weeks.

"Do you think we should try again?" John likes Bob, and he hates being bad at things.

Bob smiles, takes a step to press his side against Johns. "Depends," he shurgs, John can feel the movement. "How well can you take instruction?"

It's the fucking sexiest thing John has ever heard - and he'll examine that thought never. He turns to Bob. "Can I kiss you?"

Bob smiles and leans in.