//Well, some people suit a black eye, I guess. I know a tom-boy who definitely does.//

[As he walked past Gabe, he almost felt something like a static shock. It was like when they had shaken hands. That kind of spark. God but he didn't want a spark. He told Charon often enough that 'sparks' didn't happen. Besides which he was really happy with his husband. He did not have a crush. He was flirting.

[Darryn smiled his thanks, brushing away that feeling and those thoughts, removing his gloves.] //Not a fan; did the fifteen layers of coats and scarves tip you off?//