His race to get out of there.
Oh, and his temper.
The man he was in a relationship with had managed to tame the Native on the last one.
“Uh, boring, slow, and monotonous. It’s mostly drugs, alcohol, and domestics. They keep it spicy.”
Ethan opted to ignore his grandfather.
It was for the best.
“Yeah, domestics are not fun,” he said. “We just handled an FBI agent who was killing people by making it look like a Voodoo priestess was killing them. It was all kinds of cuckoo.”
Gene put his arm around Ethan’s shoulders, and the man leaned into him.
It appeared that Ethan was back in control.
Thank.
Freaking.
God.
That was a disaster averted.
“Uh, that sounds crazy,” he admitted, impressed that Ethan’s boyfriend was able to wrangle that rage. That took some crazy, mad skills.
Ethan sipped his beer.
“It was.”
Just as Callen was about to say something, his phone rang, and he grabbed it off of the table. Only, Ethan saw it light up and the screensaver.
It was the two of them together.
As kids.
Knowing that he was his brother’s screensaver…that hit him hard.
Yeah, he wished he could spend more time with Callen, but he knew what would happen. Callen couldn’t survive outside of this world, and he couldn’t survive here.
“Excuse me. It’s one of my deputies,” he offered, right before heading out of the room to the back porch where he could have a private talk.
Ethan watched him leave.
“So is your job safe now?” Timothy asked, once more going there.
Clearly, he had no common sense.
Ethan was to the point.
AGAIN.
“I’m not discussing my job or my personal life with you. You can stop asking. We came because you demanded it. Please don’t make me regret it,” he offered, this time his tone was less hostile.
From where he sat, Gene said nothing.
The tension in the room was awkward, and he was being held hostage in this one. The last thing he wanted to do was play‘pick sides of the war’.
