Re: Brian/Margaret
"Ooo, that's the very best kind of fun." Callen Margaret remembered, the very tense, but polite young man in the car with Bud. He spoke like someone used to the word games, but didn't seem to be one to indulge in the political games.
"Aren't you the naughty boy." She laughed, shaking her head over the party theme, but not affronted in the least. Arching one eyebrow, she huffed softly. "You'll need another audience for that old man bit, Sugar. I was burying my second husband about the time you were born, young man." And she did see more things than she readily admitted, like the way his eyes softened a little when he looked at the young man in question, inability to keep it in his pants or not.
"Breeder? Is that the word you young kids are using these days?" Chuckling, she took another sip from her drink. "But, no, TJ doesn't do a lot to hide his preferences, brazen boy." Not that it had always been that way. Coming out as he had wasn't easy, even if he'd since come to terms with it. "God love him for it."