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.
Jason nodded.
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