Preparations: John and Mickey and open to Leon
John looked up at Mickey, and then stared down at his hands. He plucked at the sleeve of the jacket without really looking at it. "I'm already over it. Do you..." John swallowed. "Do you think you could teach me? I mean not..." John looked up at the ceiling, hardly believing he was going to ask the ifrit this question. "Not about sex, but I mean, how do I, you know, talk to someone I like?"
John laid eyes on Mickey again and hoped he was being understood and not laughed at. "I mean, you know Leon. He's the worst at talking to people, and yet he still, somehow, got two people to fall in love with him. I can't even get one person to look at me twice and here's my brother over there like..." John made a vague gesture at Mickey. He sighed heavily again. "Be honest. Don't tell me something I want to hear just because you're screwing my brother. What's wrong with me?"