François Forestier: I'm like you, I'm queer, but I haven't met my soul-mate yet. I met someone who doesn't want me. I should give up. That would be smarter. But I'm not smart. I have no chance, but I can't give up. I don't get discouraged. We made love once. Just once. In the beginning. He doesn't want to anymore. Since then I'm like a thief. I steal brief moments... Once I held him tight on my bike. Another time, I slept near him. You have experience. Only you can help me. At my age, did this happen to you? When you liked a boy, what did you do? How did it work?
Monsieur Cassagne: Listen... It was so long ago... I don't want to disappoint you, but I've forgotten. I'm sorry. I have a client waiting. I have to go.
