Luigi knew at once he'd
been a dill. What on earth had possessed him to chuck a wobbly over
nothing? Of course Keith thought there was some kind of promise
between them. Because there was. He knew quite well that nothing
exclusive had been proposed or suggested just that whatever they, the
three of them, had was special. He knew Keith wouldn't fuss if he,
Luigi, picked up a bloke. Any more than he would if Keith found
someone. Perhaps it was all the talk about het stuff. Esmé made
him feel a little uncomfortable. He wasn't used to women who took
all that gay stuff in their stride. All that talk about fucking.
Somehow it offended him that a woman should talk like that. He knew
how silly this was and that only made him feel worse. He was grumpy
and peevish and knew that that was absurd.
Then he caught a glimpse
of something which really ruined his evening.
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