it feels like someone lights a match inside my chest and i wrap my fingers into the fabric of his shirt , pulling us both back into the empty bathroom . hell , even his birth date on file was fake . there were hugs and tears all around as the three men met for the first time in months . back when he 'd played drums in a big-in-our-town , unknown-anywhere-else band , back when he 'd worked at a record store . `` there 's a motel downtown that does n't mind pets . 