Hell.
No.
Was this man insane?
“Bollocks! I’m not playing with the dead in my downtime. It’s bad enough I deal with them in my daily work. The last thing I need is to wake up and see someone standing above me.”
He laughed.
“Well, then, tomorrow, I’ll see you. Oh, and don’t be a dick to the Americans. The two that left were decent men, and I’m sure these two will be too.”
He was amused.
It was rare that he was a dick to anyone—unless they deserved it.
As for the two men…
“Aye, we all saw them in the village. The two of them were a couple. They made a spectacle.”
Graham paused.
He didn’t like the way that was said.
Who gave a shit if they were a couple?
It was no one’s business.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, already suspecting what he was talking about.
Their sexuality.
And Graham wasn’t having any slander.
“Two citizens complained. Apparently, the bigger American beat the hell out of them in an alley. Their stories didn’t match, and the Polis didn’t want to stir the pot, so they didn’t come here to ask questions about it.”
He calmed down.
For a second there, he thought he was going to make some nasty comment about the gay men.
Finn saw his face.
Oh, and he knew what he was thinking—but he was wrong. He wasn’t a homophobe.
That wasn’t how he lived his life.
“Hey, now, Laddie. You can put that away. I don’t care about shit like who people are sleeping with in their downtime. I don’t bust your balls, now do I?” he asked, waiting for a response.
Only, Graham didn’t give anything away.
“Really?” Finn said, amused.
Graham shut that down.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he finally said.
Finn patted him on the arm.
“Then you should probably stop having random hookups with the lads,” he admitted, wishing his friend would stop doing something so risky.
