"I do have A/C." And he also had very vivid memories of licking Raphael's chest as sweat pearls had gathered there. Raphael looked exactly as he remembered him, which was strange. He had been quite drunk at the while, he had kind of talked himself into believing that he remembered him as more attractive than he possibly could be.

Yet here he was, unreasonably attractive. And he had to pretend he didn't know him, had never met him, none of that.

Damn. "Er. Sorry about your brother."

He should probably say that.