"My dad had me take lessons when I was younger. Because he said that it was the least faggy instrument I could play that wasn't drums." Brutus pointed out as he looked back at Ana, squeezing her hand.
When had he become that guy? The one who was nice and who held hands with his girlfriend. Who complimented her. When had he become the type of bloke with a girlfriend? He led her out into the cold, wrapping an arm around her. "Hot cocoa?"
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