By Tim Mead  Chapter 7  Still at breakfast, Dan admired his
friend across the table.  Since it was Sunday, they'd slept in.
 Though he'd pulled on sweatpants and a tee, Casey looked
tousled.  Dan wished they could climb back into bed.  Together.
The thought of Casey in bed made him push the point, though he
knew he shouldn't.  "You've been seeing a lot of Seth."  "I
said, don't go there!"  "I'm not asking about how the sex was.
 Just whether you've been spending time with him."  "You aren't
jealous, are you, Cool?"  "Of Seth?  No way!  I just wondered
about him.  He's been nice to me, but don't you think he's a
little creepy?"  "No.  Why would you ask that?"  "He, um, asks a
lot of very personal questions.  A lot.  Very personal.  I think
he should be a shrink instead of a photographer."  "Oh!  Yeah,
he's pretty direct.  I don't think he means any harm by it,
though.  He's just interested in getting to know people,
learning how they think and react.  That's just the way he is."
 Casey took a long drink of OJ