Harrow laughs as Steve fights him off, but he allows it. Give the Steve a small victory and let him fix his hair. He deserves at least that much. And when Steve is through and said his piece Harrow gently lays his palm against Steve's chest and explains his theory.

"Here's the thing, man," he says slowly. "Girls aren't interested in me! Nobody's interested in me!" The way he delivers that news, he almost makes it sound good. But there's a hint of something in his eyes, the tiniest dullness that betrays his feelings. "No matter what I try to do, no one's ever gonna waste their time with me. Which makes you look better by comparison! Right? Makes you look –" Pause for a drink and a heavy breath "–Makes you look kind and heroic, bein' friends with a pity case. Listen, it's – It's a foolproof plan, my man."

He takes his hand back and puts it over his eyes like a sailor scanning the sea for a stretch of land. "Now let's find you someone..." he mumbles.