Harrison was surprised when he laughed at the other’s comment. His mother had been a huge Jane Austen fan, so reading them aloud to her had become a habit to him, even if the doctors insisted she couldn’t hear him. Due to this, he had far to much knowledge about the books- more than any man would willingly admit, gay or not. “Anne Bronte was the lass with Huntingdon,” he said with a smile, taking another gin martini to drink slowly. No need to get drunk, right? He hadn’t gotten smashed since college, and those had never been fun mornings to wake up too- between the hang over and some random man in his dorm bed, Harrison was a careful man with booze.
“So, tell me Richard- do you like being gossiped about?” he asked, curious about his drinking buddy. “I promise I’m not a journalist- I don’t have a record to be off of”.