Jason didn't know what to say. At school he'd been safe because of his cricketing prowess. It didn't hurt that he was good at rugby too. He'd never bullied others but he also hadn't intervened when he'd seen it done, and suddenly he felt a deep shame at that and an equal anger at those who hurt others because of their own demons.
He didn't know how to explain what he felt, so he slipped his arm round Luigi and kissed him. Then he turned to Keith, on his other side, and kissed him too. When he turned to look at the tradie and his boi, he saw they were both smiling slightly at the three of them. The tradie raised his glass in greeting. Jason nodded and smiled in return. Brent would like this pub, I must bring him here, he thought, and then remembered. His eyes filled with tears, and letting go of both Keith and Luigi, he surreptitiously wiped his eyes on his sleeve.
“You OK, Jace?” asked Luigi, his face solemn and concerned.
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