Chapter 113
“Good, now scram.” The security guard turned his back on the three homophobes.
“I hope all this hasn’t spoiled your evening.”
“Uh, no,” Trevor lied.
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The ride home was made in silence. Trevor had no idea what was going on inside Paul’s head. Normally he’d fill such uneasy silences with talk, but what could he say? Was Paul breaking up with him over this? But, another voice counselled, he defended you, in public, how honourable was that?
“Paul?” Trevor eventually said. He hoped his voice wasn’t wavering.
“I’m sorry,” Paul loosened his death grip on the steering wheel. “That was quite a night, wasn’t it?”
Trevor nodded, but then realised Paul wouldn’t have seen the gesture. “Yeah.”
“I’m sorry if all that made you uncomfortable. But I couldn’t let those bastards say those things. It’s not right.”
“I’m used to it. But I know, it’s not right.”
Paul pulled up outside Trevor’s house, but made no move to get out of the car.