See. Now. The fact that guys like it and relate to it makes me kinda want to give up on the lot of them. It's not like Rodney's some stranger he picked up in a bar. It's Rodney, damnit. Inexperienced Rodney having a little identity crisis, but trusting John, kissing John and, just. Auuugh.

The more I think about it, the angrier it makes me, which is a testament to the quality of your writing. Or possibly an indication of therapy needed, but let's go with the former, yeah? ;)