“Okay,” Jason said, “what’s going on? Someone you know, someone you’re expecting, someone you don’t want to see, what?”
“No one,” Leo said. “He’s not—I’m not—I mean, nothing. I mean I’m fine and what was that about Colby being into threesomes with drag queens, again?”
“No, thank you,” Colby said. “Only Jason, for me. Though, in terms of clothing…that one outfit with the rainbow ribbons was rather intriguing…”
“You know you can tell us,” Jason attempted. Leo might have the sort of sense of humor that involved on-set balloon-related prank warfare, but had also been consistently aware of Colby’s comfort level, had never commented on the need for space or ever taken credit for some of the kinder gifts of coffee and privacy, and had been the one to play human blockade with the paparazzo on t
