"Not Golden Boy?" Neil chuckled, then ran his fingertips along the graying hairs at his temple, and then his cheek. "Then how about... Silver Man? Not quite the same ring, though."
Neil's breath became deeper at the touch. He thought about the male prostitute he hired, the last time he was in New York City, the one familiar with all his kinks, but that wasn't really on Valentine's Day. Then his mind drifted to Louis - another subject that he'd rather forget, at the moment.
"Actually, it might surprise you to learn that I was alone that Saturday. I was going to see that Friday the 13th movie, but chickened out, and wound up in a piano bar, outside of town."
He wondered if Humphrey would be willing to do the same things as that prostitute... or would it be different because Humphrey was blind.
Damn it.
Neil quickly finished the remaining wine in his glass.