Old gangsters never die, except for the few that fall asleep in cinemas at midnight. Lay there sprawling in the footlights for the usherette or the ice cream girl to find. And if I die, God knows I might, don’t let me die in black and white, don’t make me share a haunted screen with every other ghost boy who stood trembling in the foyer drinking
“So you do have some fight in you,” Alex says. He bucks his hips, trying to shake Henry off, but he’s taller and stronger and has a fistful of Alex’s collar. “Are you quite finished?”
Henry says, sounding strangled. “Can you perhaps stop putting your sodding life in danger now?”
“Aw, you do care,” Alex says. “I’m learning all your hidden depths today, sweetheart.”
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