He shrugged, "Here a few times. Michigan a bunch. Baltimore, fuck, they have a nice record on me. Juvie was a revolving door for me." Back when he was acting out as a way to spite his father. The same father who seemed to despise him up until he was on his deathbed. Go figure. He probably would be in jail now if his brother had kicked the shit out of hi.
The thought of Mace made him frown. "That space cop is my friend," Guy said with a bit of warning, "But I get that you don't want to bring him there. Last thing you need when you're trying to get your freak on is Kyle or Todd sitting in the next room." He didn't want to think about it and instead sneered. It wasn't like he imagined Todd or Kyle listening in, but still, talk about a buzzkill for the mojo. Apartments never really had good insulation.
"So you barely see him, can't get it on...cheap hotels? Get him a sitter, you take a night off, absence makes the heart grow fonder. And apparently makes the sex better, I guess," he scratched his head.