And they’d taken him in. Him, Jason Mirelli, action hero. He had a place at this table.
He got to love, and be loved by, Colby Kent. He let a knee press against Colby’s, out of sight.
He did have other friends, more or less, back home. He’d always been pretty good at getting along with co-stars, his stunt team, the guys he’d known from years of leaping off buildings and choreographing visually vicious stairwell fights. Some of them hadn’t spoken to him after he’d come out as bisexual; some of them had; some of them had laughed and punched him in the shoulder and joked about which one of them was his type, not seriously. Most of those friendships were real but casual; they’d grab beers or compete to be the best or mock each other for f*****g up, again not seriously, or get together out on
