“Wolf scout,” Farrow calls up, carrying a trauma bag. He assesses his husband quickly. “I can breathe. I’m standing,” Moffy says fast. “I see that.” He chews on a piece of gum, then drops the bag at Moffy’s feet, unzipping it. “Take off your jacket.” “Fornicating while we’re in the room, the scandal,” Eliot jokes with a grin. “I’m leaving,” Charlie decrees. “Announcing your own exit is beneath you, brother!” Eliot calls after Charlie as he disappears down the stairs.
