Once they’d reached the cemetery gates, Zane stopped and offered to let Rory go in alone if that’s what Rory wanted. Rory didn’t want.
“Hello, Mrs. Brown,” Zane said, taking off his hat and bowing his head. “And Ror’s pretty special to me, too. I promise I’ll do my best to look out for him.”
Rory was touched. Maybe they didn’t need to have that serious talk after all. He was being a coward for avoiding addressing the elephant that was Zane’s sexuality.
Rory thought about bringing up his father’s death at the graveside but decided not to. If there was a Hell, and Rory doubted there was—at times he had enough difficulty believing in a Heaven—then Garry deserved to be at the Devil’s mercy.