Tony was for a loss of words. He just didn't know what to say to Maxxie now. He should have known it would have been different. How could they possibly know what to say to each other after all this time. And now he had this Darby to contend with.
"Well, some..time, we should just get together, the two of us." Tony tried not to act too serious about it, there at the pub among the theater goers. It was quite crowded. All he really wanted was to get Maxxie alone. "You know, play catch up on all the old times."
"Yes, that would be lovely." Maxxie glared at him as if he could read him like a book, but was he. Did Max really know what Tony wanted. Not this. Not something so common. He wanted it to be special.
"You been with the Darby fellow long?" Tony leaned there at the bar studying Maxxie's sweet face and what might be beneath those clothes of his. Really, he didn't dress that well. Never had to Tony's pleasing. He doubted if the poor bloke had a suit. Possibly not even a descent jacket. What he'd give to take him shopping. That is if he had the funds, which he didn't. He was just a poor student at a University. Max avoided the question, entirely. Perhaps it was as fake as Tony had hoped.
"I hear Effy's in a coma." Maxxie looked concerned.
"Same old shit. She'll be the death of me. The fixes she chooses to be in." Tony just shrugged taking a sip of his scotch and soda.
"I was hoping she'd changed." Maxxie told him. His fingers slid down the perspiration of the icy ale. Tony just stared at what he was doing. His cock was getting harder by the second. He just wasn't sure how long this could go on. If only he could leave this fucking pub with Max, it would make all the difference. If only.