Sebastian shrugged. "I've got a sure thing here in Miami right now, so that's all I care about. It works, that suits me. When it stops, I'll move on. He just needs to stay away from fucking elevators and learn how to demand the us of lube. I like a bit of pain, but fucking hell. Yeah, she thought she could buy him, but she also thought she and all her silicon was absolutely irresistible to him. He should have told her to fuck off, but he was too polite. So, I did it for him. She wasn't happy. Tried to have daddy get me deported, then tried to say I touched her up. She was a fucking fine piece of work that one."

He watched her face as she absorbed the new information. "Are you serious? Who can made shit like that up? It's so obscure it's got to be true. Which is it. I haven't personally seen the guy because the place he is in is like a prison. You have to get a pass and authority in to see the patients in case you want to smuggle in Hershey bars up your ass for the bingers or something. I don't know. From what Blaine says, though, it's pretty serious. His body just started rejection food on its own accord after awhile. Then there was the whole smashing his face in on a treadmill a few weeks before it. Some sort of exercise binge? Works the same as the making yourself puke, only trying to burn off calories. He passed out and smacked his face on the treadmill, but it was before Blaine knew anything, so he just told Blaine he fell by mistake. He takes laxatives too. Another thing Blaine sprung him with. And frankly, Blaine's a mess. He's handling it like Blaine handles anything... jumped in head first with his heart plastered on his forehead for the whole world to see. Unfortunately, he's fallen hard. I think it's the real deal. He's been up in Jacksonville the whole time."