Wayne shrugged, and looked pointedly in Seamus’s direction, then back at Justin. “You two. It’s kind of cute, actually. I see the attraction. Sweet, hardworking Irishman and an undercover-sexy humble posh Londoner. I’d watch that sitcom.”
As long as all the problems were resolved in twenty-two broadcast minutes, like a sitcom.
“Though honestly, I wouldn’t have guessed he’d be into blokes. Not that I knew him all that well, or spent too much time thinking about it, but…” He shrugged, hoping his rambling mouth would stop sooner rather than later. “Is it just my perception or are there, like, a disproportionately huge number of queers in our generation? Probably to make us that much more awesome.” He brushed imaginary dirt off his shoulder.