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| Luigi as I imagine him |
“Have you had breakfast? No point in racing down to the police station since the …” Michael hesitated for a second “... killer ... is long gone. A cup of tea and some quick brekkie will set us up for everything we've got to do this morning.”
“Michael, you've done
so much for us already—I dunno. We don't want to impose.” What
Luigi really wanted was to take Cody right away from there and help
him start rebuilding his life. But he knew that that wasn’t going
to happen, that the effects of what had happened might stay with him
for ever.
“Your mate here was
nearly killed. What kind of a person would I be if I could just walk
away from that?” He stopped for a minute. “You've had a brush
with evil,” he said to Cody, “and you need … well … look, the
rest of us must try and offset that. Try and make up for it.” He
spoke simply and hesitantly, as if he was embarrassed at having to
make the explanation. To him, his actions clearly seemed completely
logical and right.
Luigi felt an immediate
rush of liking for the other man. So he smiled, little aware that
even with straight men, his beauty was so extraordinary that when his
face was filled with happiness or affection it made him irresistible.
Michael's smile in return was startled.
Luigi looked at Cody and
then back at Michael and accepted for them both. Cody was in no fit
state to make rational decisions.
1 comment:
Oh dear Jeezis, Nik. That pic is our collective fantasy of Lu!!!! ( we pant we drool we leak into boxers) and the chapter us bleedin immaculate!! Worth the lesson in patience, and her dirty-face twat sister....
Kisses!
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