No one occupied the living room, but raised voices came from the other side of the bedroom door and walked over. He hesitated, listening. “You can’t take him in there and fuck him like that without telling him, Neal.” He recognized Steve’s deep voice. “You wanted me to tell him how I felt, so I did that. Fucking hell, Steve, what do you expect me to do?” Neal shot back. “We expect you to nut up or shut up. Tell him the truth, Neal. You can’t have it both ways!” Paul yelled. “Yeah, you saw how well the truth worked with my ex.” “Red has his own hang-ups. You being what you are is only one of them. Sasha’s a keeper,” Steve shouted. “He wants no barriers. With me.” “Yeah? So? You clearly are gone on each other. Fucking take a chance, man, stop being such a hard-ass.” “Being a hard-ass is what saved our lives, Steve. I’m not going to stop just to suit some bullshit fairy tale.” “This isn’t a fairy tale. You tell that boy the truth.” Sasha opened the door and met Paul’s steady gaze from across the room.
