"I know. I'm being like dramatic movie guy. Argh," Thomas ran his hands through his hair and then he leaned forward so he could watch Jamie's reaction. He would explain where Lena was in a moment. First he had to introduce the idea carefully.
"There's...people- Fuck this is hard. Uhm. Right, you know my friend Clea? The truth is that she's actually...er...Sappho. The Greek poet. Which I know sounds absolutely ridiculous, but it's true. And Joey back there...he's friends with Saint Patrick. Uhm. The Saint Patrick. And I know you might think I'm telling you this because I've lost my mind or something, but that's...that's not the case."