Shit.
“No, Chris, I mean…Have you seen him? Fuck, honey. That guy is…how do I put it…?”
“Leave it.”
“Is it serious?”
“It’s nothing, Martin.”
“It doesn’t seem like it.”
“Just stop, okay?”
“Have you slept with him?”
“Martin!”
“What’s wrong?”
“Do you think I would have?”
“Well, I’m normally spared the details of your sex life, so…”
“There’s nothing to tell you.”
“Mmm.”
“Can you stop with themmm? You’re getting on my nerves.”
“Can I tell you what I think?”
“I’m sure you’ll tell me anyway.”
“You’re not telling me anything because, whatever it is, it’s not like the other times.”
“Don’t you think that’s a bit over-the-top?”
“You always tell me about dates, guys you go out with, sometimes even who you’ve fucked – but you haven’t told me anything about this rugby-playing friend, who hangs out with Evan and turns up here unannounced.”
“Jesus, Martin, you’re impossible!”
“I’m observant, and I noticed how he wanted to jump at my neck when I slid my hand down your back.”
“Did you do it deliberately?”
“Obviously. I wanted to see how he’d react.”
“You’ll never change.”
“I’m worried about you.”
“Well, you should’ve thought about that before you left me for someone else.”
“Chris…” He comes over and wraps his arms around me. “I just want what’s best for you.”
“We’re home!” Evan’s voice shocks us. “Oh Jesus!” he exclaims as soon as he sees us.
Wait a minute.We?
