Dallas looks stressed out. He explains to Hoxton that his mother, tired of not seeing her over-worked son in years, has booked herself a plane ticket and a hotel and he absolutely cannot get out of seeing her at Christmas. Worse still, she believes he has a significant other.
“Where’d she get that idea from?” Hoxton asks.
“It’s a lie that got out of hand,” Dallas groans, “what do I dooooooo?”
Dallas, impulsively: “Hey Wolf, will you pretend to be my boyfriend for a while over Christmas?”
Wolf presses a hand to his chest, mock-insulted. “What, no smooch? No flowers? I’m a romantic guy, Dallas! You haven’t even told me how pretty I look!”
“Not to mention you’re not single, you twat.”
“Oh my God - are you two? Well, finally!” Dallas grins at them both, and Wolf is beaming. Hoxton smiles, too.
They chat for some time. Then, Wolf has an idea... “Dallas... hear me out, okay? I think Sokol would make a good fake boyfriend - no, no listen, LISTEN, alright? He’s young, he’s handsome, he’s smart, he’d charm the pants off your mom-”
“Not sure that’s what I want-”
“It’d get your mom off your back for a while!” Wolf insists, and the longer he sings Sokol’s praises, the more Dallas thinks its a good idea.
“D’you guys think there’s any... ethical problem... with asking him to do this?”
“You didn’t worry about that when you asked me!”
“Who the fuck is he going to complain to, we don’t exactly have a HR department!”
“... Good point, I guess...”