for Freddie - backdated to July 14
It had been a few days since Prior had discovered that it hadn't been Roger who had helped him home that night he'd been drunk. Which simply traded one problem for another. He no longer had to worry about the shitstorm inherent in kissing his ex, he had to worry about the shitstorm inherent in kissing the guy who looked like his ex. The guy who'd been flirting with him even before Scotty was gone. And the guy who didn't know he was sick.
But he knew he couldn't just avoid Freddie forever, so he finally just sucked it up and walked across the street that morning. He knew Maureen was at Patrick's; she'd been there a lot lately.
He knocked on the door. "Freddie?" he called. "It's Prior."
But he knew he couldn't just avoid Freddie forever, so he finally just sucked it up and walked across the street that morning. He knew Maureen was at Patrick's; she'd been there a lot lately.
He knocked on the door. "Freddie?" he called. "It's Prior."