บท 45: Chapter 45

Mary and Francis had never been friendly. It was like Mary brought the campiest queen version of Francis out of him, and it was never pretty. Usually that level of camp was reserved for homophobes and bigots.

Francis, like Padraig and Marcus, could pass for a straight guy. The difference was, Francis never acted straight on purpose. Not that Padraig or Marcus had lied if asked, but sometimes it was easier to just… hide.

The thought made something inside Padraig clench uncomfortably. He was ashamed of doing that now. The only thing that had really changed was Kaos stepping into his life. If he wanted to be with Kaos one day, there would be no room for shame in that equation.

“What are you thinking about?” Francis asked.

This time the emergency phone saved him instead of stopping something good. He held up a finger and went to answer. “Dr. Donovan speaking.”