Chapter 40

“I’m not ashamed of you,” Danny insisted.

“Of what, then? Of us?”

“It’s just a costume,” Danny said.

“That’s my line,” Ashok said. “That’s what I’ve been saying.”

“If it’s ‘just a costume,’ why’d you have to wear it over here?” Danny asked. “I wanted my boyfriend here, I wanted to introduce you to people. I wanted to be proud of you.”

“I wore it over here because I had a show tonight, and I came as soon as I was done. And I didn’t think it would bother you, and I was the fucking hit of your party, so why can’t you be proud of me for that?”

“I don’t know,” Danny said, searching the bottom of his glass for the answer. “It makes me feel weird.”

“Cuz why? You’re worried about what people will think?”

“I’m not proud of that,” Danny said. “But yeah, I am. I don’t want people thinking I’m attracted to you because you wear makeup and dresses and shit. It makes us look weird.”