[His first, stupid, instinctive reaction is happiness. He hasn't been come onto in months, in years, and god does he ever miss it. He used to be a real player around the town - never nasty, he would never cheat or lie - but he always had a guy on his arm and he got a fair amount of action in the bedroom. Not since shipping out. He doesn't think of himself as attractive any more... hell, he knows he's not attractive any more, with his missing arm and scars and fucked up brain.

But to be hit on by someone who looks like Steve, someone who's such a nice and genuine guy. God, for a moment he wants to accept. But it's because Steve is such a good guy that he can't do that.]

Look, Steve...

[It's awkward now, stilted and cloying. He rubs his hand over the back of his head, trying to find the right words.]

A couple of years ago, I'd have jumped you right here in the street. You're sexy, funny, smart, and-- Jesus, what I'm trying to say is, do yourself a favour and don't get involved with me. Okay? Guy like you, you can do better, so don't settle.