John snorted softly. Yep, that was Brian. "Nah, you would definitely have been Han. He may have looked old, but he wasn't taking any crap, doing what he wanted because he loved the rush. An absolute scoundrel. And yet, still the one getting the girl...well, it would have been boy in your case. But, Luke doesn't really seem like your type." What he left unsaid was the part where Han took the kid under his wing anyway, for no obvious reason.
"The one that does the least damage to Hetty's clothes without keeping me from reaching the gun if necessary?" John could hide in anything. He'd spent as much of his life hiding and staying out of sight as he had training to kill cyborgs and learning to program computers. As long as he could cover them if they got into real trouble, he was good.
"Maybe they just weren't attracted to those other guys, picky tastes and all," he pointed out, just being obstinate, even while teasing, now. "Well, if Sam's not to your liking because of age, I could point that he has a twenty-one year old son. But, as I keep trying to convince you to stay alive and that's a one-way ticket to the morgue, I won't."
Scowling, John backhanded Brian lightly in the stomach and pulled out from under his arm. "I might like you, but you're still an ass, you know that? I also don't believe you. You wouldn't have friends if you were really as heartless as you like to pretend. You know I have regrets. I regret every day using Riley the way I did, just another chess piece in the game. I regret dragging Charlie into all of this. I even regret not trusting Cameron when I should have. What I don't regret is chickening out and turning the gun away from myself at the last moment. And I won't regret trying to find something in your life that makes it worth living, even if I never succeed at it, because that's what friends do and whether you want to admit it or not, you need one, Brian Kinney. You need someone in your life who cares more about you than you do. You need someone who'll put up with your shit because they care more about you than just getting their rocks off with you and, when that something comes along that makes your life worth living again, who will smack you over the head until you take hold of it.
"And, yeah, in case you're wondering, that's why I won't have sex with you. I'd rather be the friend that cares, even when you don't care about yourself, than the random fuck who let's you slide into oblivion because it's easier."