Chapter 46

They walked the next two blocks without saying anything. Cujo winced. Tristan seemed like a nice, sweet guy. He hated that awkward feeling that weighed upon him like a heavy blanket. “I hope I didn’t offend you by the last comment.”

“No, not at all. I appreciate the compliment. I wish more straight guys like you weren’t afraid to compliment other men. When other gay men do it, it’s usually only for one reason.”

“I’m sorry about that. If it means anything, I have no problems with gay men, gay women, or transgender folks, even though I’m a professional NASCAR driver, I’m not closed-minded, and I don’t think I’m a bigot.” Cujo paused. “I don’t see why people have the need to treat others who are different like shit.”

“Wish everyone was like you.” Tristan walked ahead of Cujo because the sidewalk narrowed. “Did you always think this way?”