"None of my visitors are ever handsome movie stars." He shook his head to the two and then shrugged. "I forgot my own birthday. It's not that big of a deal, really."
He set his hands in his pockets, "here you can help me with Isabelle when I next see her. John has decided that despite the fact the girl's living with him he's just fucking around with her. And he refuses to tell the truth. I just look crazy, you have proof. She deserves to know the kind of fucked up person John can be."