Terry was trying to focus on just his hands and the water before he finally let his eyes drift to the red head, a little shocked by how incredibly square the man looked. Then again, it was always the conservative, Christian, uptight politicians that got caught with boys in their bedrooms. But after a few more quick looks, Terry felt like a book had been dropped on his head.
He knew this man. He wasn't sure of the first name, but this was the prefect (and head boy, Terry was sure) who had been around for his first few years of school. He opened his mouth once to speak, but quickly closed it and shut off his water, not sure of what he should do. Part of Terry wanted to say hello and introduce himself, but how very awkward would that be?
'Hello, I'm one of the students from when you were prefect. I saw you just had anonymous sex in a gay night club. Do you need me to bring you to a clinic?'