Lena stood up and went to make pancakes, but not before casting a worried look at Thomas.
"I know," Thomas admitted, sighing heavily. "I know that, and I wish you hadn't heard what I said. It wasn't so bad. I'm really glad you didn't have to go through that though."
While she mixed the batter, Lena turned to face both of them. "Boys, I understand why you're being cryptic, but Lena doesn't speak your Kempy language." She could guess, of course, but it wasn't the same thing as being told.
Thomas sighed and he gave his girlfriend a wavery smile. "When you're a guy and you work as a bar back at a gay bar, it's not unusual to get propositioned a few times a month. Some offer money and sometimes, when I was desperate enough for money, I...said yes."
Lena stopped stirring and she stood there, holding the bowl of batter in her hands. "I'm sorry, Thomas."
"No, no one needs to be sorry. I was glad it happened or I would have been up shit creek." He shrugged and reached out for Jamie's hand. "I would do anything for you."