"Yea, I doubt God's ever given a damn about me, so I'm returning the favour." He saw very little reason to believe in someone who stuck him with his father for that many years. Nothing about that making him very devout. Now, the IRA...
Not at the moment, no. He was hoping to try and make an honest living. Still, he could see some of the points they were making. Who didn't? "The only thing that would bring me to my knees is love," he stated, then, with a cheeky grin, he added, "Or maybe an especially handsome lass."
He glanced around briefly, much like Jon had done, before continuing. "Or pretty lad."
When he said lass, Jonathan was ready to take it as him reading into things. He did that, he knew he did that - what gay man didn't. But the lad was all he needed to hear to know that his instincts were correct. He had trouble with his lot, they'd never accept it in him and he represented too much of the community to ever be 'out'. It was that denial that made it appealing, almost taboo. The urge to act on it even now was there.
"You gonna play here all week?"
Jonathan asked it for small talk. Or so he told himself. He couldn't today, he wouldn't. Temptation was stupid to give into so easily but he could talk. Why not?
"If it keeps going this well, why wouldn't I?" Damn. Yeah, that was going a lot better than he'd have expected. Sure, it wasn't quite being pulled on the back of Jon's horse to ride off into the sunset, but given circumstances? Close enough. "I'll be here tomorrow. Around the same time, is reckon."
Or at least he'd make damn sure of it now. "Have a nice evening, Jon. Nice dreams too. Slán go fóill."
Jonathan looked at Edward again and then kicked his tongue, heading off down the road. No, there was no use giving into these things. They shouldn't even occupy space in his head.
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Not at the moment, no. He was hoping to try and make an honest living. Still, he could see some of the points they were making. Who didn't? "The only thing that would bring me to my knees is love," he stated, then, with a cheeky grin, he added, "Or maybe an especially handsome lass."
He glanced around briefly, much like Jon had done, before continuing. "Or pretty lad."
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"You gonna play here all week?"
Jonathan asked it for small talk. Or so he told himself. He couldn't today, he wouldn't. Temptation was stupid to give into so easily but he could talk. Why not?
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Or at least he'd make damn sure of it now. "Have a nice evening, Jon. Nice dreams too. Slán go fóill."
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Jonathan looked at Edward again and then kicked his tongue, heading off down the road. No, there was no use giving into these things. They shouldn't even occupy space in his head.