“What?” I demanded.
“I’ve been thinking about moving back to Boston,” he admitted.
Wow.
“You’ve never said anything about moving,” I said.
“I haven’t said anything because I know it would piss you off.”
“There is that. How seriously are you thinking about this?”
“Every single fucking day, Wiley.”
I blew out a breath of exasperated air.
“Wow,” I said, putting my hands on the windowsill.
“We could make a life here,” he said. “And sure, my family is crazy, but at least they don’t hate my guts because I’m gay, and they won’t be sneering down their noses at us all the time. And anyway, I miss Boston. This is my home, Wiley. This will always be my home. I want to join the real world again. Mississippi is a hoot, but let’s face it, nobody in their right mind wants to live in a place like that.”
“Thank you, Ledbetter.”
“I’m not talking about you.”
“But you are, in a way. What does any of this have to do with Mack?”
“Nothing,” he said.