I walk over to the sink and cup some water with my hands to rinse out my mouth.
His breathing quiets and I hear him zip up his pants.
"God, I needed that."
"Bad day?" I ask.
"You could say that. I just called off my engagement a few hours ago."
"Sorry," I say simply. I've known the guy for all of two beers, one hand job and one blow job. Does he expect me to care about his shit? "Fiancées aren't all they're cracked up to be."
"Gordon," he offers his hand again, this time as a shake.
"J.J."