Brandon studied him for a long moment. “You met someone else, didn’t you?”
“What?” LA blushed furiously. “No!”
“You met someone else, someone who might actually be good for you, and he’s helping you, huh?”
Cass whistled innocently and turned around, as if giving LA some semblance of privacy.
“Okay, yes.” LA narrowed his eyes. “It’s still very new, we’re takin’ shit slow, but he’s… Yeah, he’s good for me. He’s shown me that maybe change isn’t so bad, all right? That maybe, just maybe, I need to readjust some stuff.”
Brandon beamed. “Name?”
“Cass.”
“It’s short for Cassander,” Cass whispered.
“Cassander,” LA echoed. “Cass for short.”
“Last name?” Brandon asked curiously. “He has one of those, right?”
Cass whispered something, but LA couldn’t understand him.
Uckey? Gucky?
LA hissed. “Shit.”
“Huh?” Brandon blinked. “His last name is what now?”
LA cleared his throat. “Uh, Imp. His last name is Imp.”
Cass facepalmed.
“Cassander Imp? Okay.” Brandon smiled. “Well, you tell Cassander Imp thank you for me. I really didn’t think I was gonna see you again unless it was at the wedding.”
“Wedding?” LA froze.
“Uh, yeah.” Brandon arched his brow. “Me and Kevin are getting married next month?”
“Fuck! Congratulations!” LA had no idea.
Wait, did he?
Did he know about that?
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Brandon snorted. “You forgot, didn’t you?”
“What? No!” LA hesitated. “Okay, yeah, I did.”
“Sent an invite, you never RSVPed, and uh, when I texted you, you said you had to talk to Gavin about it.”
“Shit.” LA grimaced. “I’m sorry. I—”
“Hey, hey, it’s okay. We’re not going anywhere, man. I’m proud of you.”
LA’s heart clenched. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Brandon confirmed. “I know you don’t like change. You never have. But sometimes it’s a damn good thing.”
