"Because in ten years, I won't be living there with someone. Mum, I'm gay, and I like sex. Lots of sex with lots of different men, and never men who think they want a relationship." He sighed. "Mum, it's just a house."
Patrick rolled his eyes. "I know you don't complain, and I told you I wasn't actually looking for a place." He ran his fingers through his hair, frustration building up inside him. "He's not up to anything. What could he possibly achieve by giving me a flat? What are you thinking? Because I can't think of any ulterior motive he might have. He's not pimping me out, you understand that, right?" He sighed. "You don't have to speak to him, and no Eros is not open on Sunday, but he's there. He's always there."