Cole follows Vessy to his apartment where they continue to sexualize their coming days, but not without the voyeur.

A compulsion Dex had in studying Cole, the male sexual partner and the un quenching desire between the men.
He peered in through the dark windows at night as they watched television. As they performed oral sex on each other. He studied Cole's raw emotion as he was being licked by Sylvester. He practiced clenching his fists as he'd seen Cole do in the moments.

The darkness of night swallows Dex in the moment as he begins to recite a song, his tale:

"When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fuckin' special
But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here"

In another moment Dex is comforting the very alone Eric who simply needs his gaping soul filled with attention. Dex continues to pump the playboy full of booze and pills.
He tells Eric he can take care of him, as he envisions Eric's private suite as his own.

"I don't care if it hurts
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around
So fuckin' special
I wish I was special"

The social room is a buzz with the news of Margo escaping virginity in the club bathroom. Derek loses his composure and can't look at her the same.
Dex gives Margo a stare of disdain, as he once had for his mother's weakness.
He befriends Derek fully with his support not divulging that it was he who tore her skin.

"But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here
She's running out the door (run)
She's running out
She run, run, run, run
Run"

The darkness of night saddles upon Dex in the diner enriching himself in private thoughts of a poets lost boy. The emptiness of a Well and sad truths of unsupervised play.

He decides to write the last verse of the song in Issac's journal:
        "Whatever makes you happy
            Whatever you want
               You're so fuckin' special
                    I wish I was special
                         But I'm a creep
                            I'm a weirdo
                             What the hell am I doin' here?
                                 I don't belong here"

Dex makes his way up the bush, on gravel road wearing the slacks he once wore as his former self. A hand maids hand me downs.

He slowly climbs through the janitor closet window, and slips into the cot which he calls home. He turns off a small light, clutching his chorus book of studies.

Each friend had their own verse in his song book:
Derreck
Issac
Eric
Margo
And of course Cole Gianni which was carefully titled Soprano.

The book: My Tragic Opera!

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