“You read the post, probably, about me and Shane.” He glanced around the room, and saw a few nods. “So. Yes. We are together.” There was a long, weird silence, and the Bood broke it by saying, “Figures.” Ilya raised his eyebrows at him and waited. Bood smiled. “You stealing the fucking spotlight. Barrett comes out, announces his relationship with Harris, and then Roz says ‘hold my beer.’” “Yeah, Ilya,” Troy said with a grin. “What the fuck?”
