at second sight....
the last person he had expected to see in that bar was his ex husband. he didn't even know the man was his ex until he asked the bartender for the guy's name. when he found out, he gasped sharply, some of his pop cola going down the wrong pipe and making him sputter and cough and look like a total idiot. this was definitely not the way he wanted to start a 'reunion' of sorts, so he slapped a fifty on the bar and left, more or less vanishing before Jarkko had seen him.
he took the long way home, driving slow on deserted back roads to get to his ranch near the Hamptons. when he got there, he went into the bathroom and took a long look in the mirror. He had thought the wedding guests were exaggerating when they said he and Jarkko looked like brothers. seeing him at the bar, he knew it was true. he also knew that he needed to find a way to talk to him somehow. not immediately, but soon.
he sat on the toilet seat, running cold water to soak a washcloth, and washing his face with it, trying to stop his mind from racing and his head from pounding. finally, he went to bed. his psychiatrist had prescribed sleeping pills, as he apparently had not been sleeping well in quite some time. he took his pills with a cup of tapwater, then curled up in his huge bed, trying to sleep. he wasn't a small man, but the bed dwarfed him, and made him more conscious of being alone, so he grabbed pillow and blanket and went to his couch instead, then dozed off, Jarkko's image haunting his dreams.