“I mean, he’s a shaman, but he’s only human. No family. On his own. Always has to watch his back. And then along you come, with all that stuff I said, plus you don’t give a shit about anyone knowing you like blokes. The biggest problem he’s got and for you it’s nothing. He’s terrified, you couldn’t give a monkey’s. And you’re all, like, ‘I’ll buy this, I’ll dress you, I’ll fix it, I’m in charge—’” “Shut up,” said Crane. “Enough.” “I ain’t saying you do it on purpose. But that bloke’s held together by spit and pride, and if you take away his pride—” “I heard you, damn it. Stop.”
