SERA
“Well.”
“Yeah,” Cage agrees.
“I hate this for them,” I admit.
Cage nods. “It’s temporary.”
“Temporary or not, it’s bullshit. If they were male and female this wouldn’t be a big deal. More people would be like Margo rather than Dave the Dick.”
“Agreed.”
“What can we do to help them?”
Cage sighs. “Nothing but keep them out of bathrooms.”
“So, they should just bang at the table? In a booth in a club?” I’m angry.
“Fee,” Cage says softly, taking my hand between his.
“What happens if they want to go to a club? Can they sexy dance like everyone else? Or do they have to follow the personal space rules?”
“I don’t know, Fee. I wish I understood the rules in the bigotry game, but I don’t. I don’t entertain them, I don’t encourage them, and I certainly don’t support them,” he says.
“But…”
He nods again. “But… these aren’t just any two men. These men are family. These men are important. These men are in the spotlight because of who they are and what they do. That means that these men should absolutely maintain PG-13. It’s not only adults who look up to them. There are also children and teens. Imagine the disappointment the teenage girls have now that Ethan’s admitted to the world that he’s gay. Imagine how confused young men are who’ve looked up to Lincoln K.O. Ramirez for so long and now his image has changed.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Life isn’t fair, Fee. You know that better than anyone. I know they want to maintain the same image they’ve always had. Clean, wholesome idols, someone the world can look up to. They’ll never forgive themselves if they taint that image,” Cage tells me.
I nod and slide closer to him, as far as the seatbelt will allow. I wrap both my arms around one of his and rest my head on his shoulder.
“The world is a cruel place. I refuse to let it break them in any way.”
“As do I.” Cage dials his phone.
“Black,” Damian answers.
“I think it’s time someone leans on Dave Richards.”
“It’ll be a pleasure.” I can hear the smile in Damian’s voice.
They hang up without saying goodbye, like always.
“Dave’s in so much trouble,” I snicker.
Cage nods.
“Twenty bucks says Damian makes him piss his pants,” I bet.
Cage looks at me, brow raised. “I’d be a fool to bet against Damian.”
I roll my eyes and huff. “You’re no fun.”
“Is that so?”
