“Why didn’t I know that Theodore has a cat?” Brian asks.
“Jesus Christ,” Emmett bites out. He sets the fresh bottle of wine down on the coffee table with a thump. “Yes, Brian, Ted has a cat. She‘s black with a small tuft on white on her chin. She loves peanut butter and hates tuna, and he got her when he was just starting rehab, which means he’s had her for a year.”
“At least,” Ted puts in.
“And we didn’t tell you because we often keep secrets from you,” Emmett continues. “And then we get together behind your back and laugh and laugh, because there’s nothing we like better than keeping the important details of our lives secret from Brian Kinney, king of the fucking universe. Any more questions?”