[Everyone else always managed it just fine. Social lives, that is. He just never invited himself along to these things, and maybe that resulted in him never being invited anyway. He was so focused on keeping his head down when he started, on being unnoticed to protect Lisa that he got in the habit of hiding, of keeping to himself and never really shook it.
He puts it to the test, leaning in for a long kiss, hands drifting down from his waist to grope at his ass through the denim of his jeans and leather of his coat. How much do people notice, even in a dream?]