Deepan had remembered that because he was surprised Karl was declaring he was bisexual. Karl had always said he was strictly for the ladies, so to hear he was dating a guy had been a revelation. But Deepan hadn’t had a good feeling about Robert. There was something not quite right about him, but Deepan couldn’t put his finger on it.
“I’m sorry.”
“You were right, though.”
“Eh?”
“Robert’s a bastard. A racist, pigheaded bastard.”
Deepan was confused.
“I didn’t say that to you. We haven’t spoken in years.”
Karl smiled.
“I found out through mutual friends that was what you said. I wish you had reached out back then and told me.”
“Would you have paid attention to me back then when you’re deeply in love with a man you thought was going to be your forever?”
Karl’s cheeks went bright red.
“No.”
“There you go, then.”