"Xavier," Joey said, smiling now. Patrick, who knew Xavier well, smiled too. "Xavier the saviour. I was small changing people to try to get a room for the night or even just something to eat and I asked him for money. Instead of giving me anything he asked me when the last time I'd eaten was and I was so shocked by not being ignored for once, I told him it'd been a few days.
"He took me to this diner and bought me anything I asked for, and then he said I could stay with him. And I was sure he was going to ask for some kind of sexual favour for it, but I was so desperate I went with him. And I guess I'm just lucky Xavier is one of the best people in the world."
"He is," Patrick said, with feeling. "Joey was still living with him when we met."
"Xavier's family is rich, but they don't really get him. Kind of like mine, except they're not complete assholes, just kind of aloof. So they set him up with a trust fund. He has bipolar and it makes it difficult for him to work, so he writes at home when he's up to it. And I guess he saw himself in me because he took me in and he never asked for anything in return. Let me live there for two months rent free just so I could recover. Then he helped me find a job at a cafe. I'd probably still be homeless without Xavier. Or I would have gotten so desperate I would have crawled back to my homophobic parents."