02-29-2020, 01:11 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]As Leroy took pause from his drinking and stared at him, Selby got the funny feeling that he had said something very, very wrong. Further anxiety clawed at his insides, but he forced himself to stay neutral. It would be rude to make a scene, especially since he had committed the supposed offense. He pursed his lips subtly, trying to think of what exactly he’d said wrong.
As it turned out, Selby did not have to wait long to fond out. Leroy would simply tell him. As he began his gentle tirade, all the sawbone could think was Oh. Of course. Again with the supernatural. It could not be escaped. His best friend was a ghost. Now his father’s boyfriend (for some reason that wording struck an odd feeling within him).
“I’m afraid I don’t know the story, exactly,” he said quietly. “You know how Crow is. He’s not... easy to talk to. Or find. And you and me haven’t exactly talked too much. I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to offend. You don’t have to tell me or anything. It’s your story. You don’t owe me anything.”
As it turned out, Selby did not have to wait long to fond out. Leroy would simply tell him. As he began his gentle tirade, all the sawbone could think was Oh. Of course. Again with the supernatural. It could not be escaped. His best friend was a ghost. Now his father’s boyfriend (for some reason that wording struck an odd feeling within him).
“I’m afraid I don’t know the story, exactly,” he said quietly. “You know how Crow is. He’s not... easy to talk to. Or find. And you and me haven’t exactly talked too much. I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to offend. You don’t have to tell me or anything. It’s your story. You don’t owe me anything.”