“Lou, love. I’m sorry.” Cody’s voice shook.
“For what?”
“For hurting you so much.”
Yeah, well, thought Luigi, with a bitterness which left a taste in his mouth and
made him swallow, I’ve got to get past
this. Somehow.
“Relationships—marriages—strengthen through crises. If you work at it,” he said, trying hard to
conceal his cynical doubts. “So let’s
work at it.”
“What about …. ?”
“What?”
“Jason and Keith?”
“We’re friends.”
“And what am I?”
“When you … when I found out about … that you were married … I was
lonely. And sad. And … Jace and Key are kind and generous and
loving. They’re my friends. They’ve got my back. We love each other. Not like I loved you. But like friends or, maybe”—Luigi didn’t have
a brother so he didn’t know, in truth—“like brothers.”
“But you fuck them.”
“Yeah. Just like you were doing with me and other blokes
while you were still married,” Luigi
reminded him tartly.
“I know,” mumbled Cody, his head turned away. “It’s just …. I’m afraid … I’m …”
Luigi was immediately ashamed of his anger. Cody had been abducted, raped, terrorised and
had escaped murder by the tiniest margin.
He needed compassion not to be shouted at.
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