It hurts to hear it, even though Dimitri is right.

"Yes. You are different... but I would still like to get to know you. If you'd have me. I promise. If you don't that's- well. That's okay. I'd understand." He can't pretend it doesn't hurt to be rebuffed by someone who looks and sounds exactly like his lover. The lover he thought he'd lost forever. It evokes a certain ambiguous anxiety inside him.

"There's an empty beach house not too far from here. It's not much but it'll get you ou of the sun."

He offers his hand briefly, but remembers what the man just said. That's too familiar. Slowly, a bit sadly, it lowers and his shoulders sink a bit.

"Follow me."