“The fancy French gentleman?” his mother asked, interrupting him.
He nodded.
“Yes. Jacques.”
He felt the tickle to his brain.
I am very fancy. I kind of like her.
She didn’t mean it the way you think. It was more about you liking dick and being light in the loafers than how you dress, mate.
I don’t understand. I don’t wear loafers. I wear very nice Italian leather shoes. The comfort…
Flynn knew he was joking, but he just didn’t have it in him to joke back.
“What about him?” his father asked. “That Jacques, fellow?”
Flynn went there, knowing what was going to happen. He could see this train coming and it was about to lead to shock, horror, and a lecture.
“I’m married to him too. We have a relationship.”
Both of his parents stared at him, and neither said a single word. It took them a good minute until the silence was finally broken.
Then, his father went there.
“As in you and him and her…? Together? In a bed at the same time?”
He nodded.
“They’re my family, so tread lightly. I won’t tolerate anyone insulting them, and Rinnon really won’t. You’ll make him angry, again, and then I can’t keep him contained. This is his home, and he’s strongest here.”
His mother laughed.
It was clear she didn’t believe him.
“You always were a kidder. Come on, Flynn. What’s going on? We haven’t been dead for years, she’s not a demon, and you aren’t having sex with men and women. I raised you better than that.”
And this was exactly why all those years ago, even if he missed them, in a way, he was grateful that they were gone.
This.
Right.
Here.
Instead of commenting, he closed his eyes, and needed his partner to tag in.
Oh, and he didn’t mean Jolie.
Can you please?he asked.
Truth be told, Flynn was exhausted. They’d just come off a case, and it had been full of Sirens and angst.
Absolutely.
When Flynn opened his eyes, they were swirling and black. There was no Flynn there. There was only demon and Demon God.
They all heard the wings shake out, and the breeze blew over them.