The pout pulled one of Jamie's eyebrows up slightly, what kind of man pouted like that? Oh, one with pink hair. Got it.
When Fredrick gave his name, Jamie's eyes went wide, then blinked. Then he shook his head, and blinked again, then leaned in just a bit closer to stare at him in disbelief. It... was him. The man had changed to say the least. Was it really Ricky? He had grown up. Jamie was still staring when the comment about porn at last sank in. Porn? Wait--what?
"Oh my God!" Jamie all but yelped, a bit of color draining from his face. "That was you!" He had heard whispered shame of the Slade boy running off and getting naked in front of the camera, it had never really sank in until one night in the dorms surfing for something to get off to he saw someone who looked disturbingly familiar. The credits had listed Fredrick Slade at the end, and Jamie had just not been able to... enjoy that particular film. He had convinced himself it was not the same guy, who went into porn with their real name? But it seemed that the reality of it was standing right there before him. With pink hair. Oh God.
Jamie's jaw dropped and one hand shot up, he pointing at the slightly older man. "You! You bastard! I saw your... junk, man! That stuff should come with a warning!" He took a half step back as if trying to decide if fleeing the scene would help things. For the moment, being hit by a car was long forgotten.