We might be crazy

 If there was one who wasn't going to win J over anytime soon, it was the sad sight of Tobey. Why in the hell did he ever pick him for a roommate? J didn't quite know what Tobes did for a living, but the boy could lay low. Sometimes, he stayed in the dark. Or just the shadows. It was as if he was afraid J might see the scars or just his real face.

J couldn't quite say Tobey was the naughty sort, but sometimes, J never knew where he was and then there he'd be as if he'd been in bed all day. He didn't think Tobes was on drugs, but evidently, love had done him wrong.

"I don't know what to think," J said while he was scrambling eggs. He doubted Tobey was listening. Was he even awake?

"Well, I'd forget him," Tobey shrugged while he was nursing on a cup of black coffee.

"That's your answer to everything," J knew it was useless to talk about Stevie. "But things were so good, you know."

Naturally, Tobey probably didn't know what that meant. He waited patiently for the eggs and toast and then ate like a starved dog.

"What kind of diet are you on again?" J made a face of disgust as he sat down and took his time to eat. Damn, if only he'd had bacon. He knew something was missing. But he took a sip of his creamed coffee.

"I told you I've been fasting," Tobey looked at him as if that was old news and J needed to get with the program. Something about an acting gig, Tobey then mentioned.

"What kind of acting do you do?" Of course, he knew Tobey would never tell. With that sorrowful look of his, it had to be art of some kind.

He knew Tobey would have showed him everything he ever needed to know about guys, but J didn't go that route. No, he was true to himself and to Stevie too. Or so he thought. As it was Tobey was a ship yet to sail and J might as well be a tug boat waiting for a mission.

Naturally, Tobey was done. A clean plate to clean. Thankfully. Tobey washed his own utensils and pasta bowl then put them in the sink rack. He drank more black coffee.

"Will you ever be in love again?" Jay looked up at him.

"Doubt it. Don't see the need." His somber soul said it all. He could probably be a pop star in some other country but here in the states he looked slightly cheap and tattered. But he had places to go. Evidently. "You need to wake up J." It was as if Tobes knew Stevie was playing him, but J didn't want to believe it.