"Looks like it's time for the talk." Gavin was resigned. Mark gave his shoulder a squeeze and went into the kitchen, closely followed by Cully.
Tom handed Gavin a glass of whiskey and they settled themselves on the armchairs in the living room.
"So, Tr...Gavin. Mark...?" Gavin met Tom's eyes over the glass and blushed.
"I know, it came as a shock to me too. One minute we'd just been introduced and the next we were getting on like a house on fire and kissing like teenagers!" Although he was eaten up with worry, Gavin was somewhat relieved he was at last able to tell Tom about it.
"Are you happy?" Tom gave his old friend a reassuring smile.
"Yes, very much so." Gavin didn't even have to think about it. The only thing that would make him happier would be a move back to Causton, but he knew that was out of the question.
"Then I'm happy for you both." The weight had been lifted off Gavin's shoulders at those words. The Detectives stood up and hugged each other tightly.
"Thank you, Sir...Tom. You don't know how much that means to me." They reluctantly let each other go and sat back down, both taking another sip at their drinks.
"Why didn't you say something in your letters?" Tom didn't think he was difficult to talk to, and he'd always been the more open-minded of the two.
"I didn't want it all to come out and then go wrong. I won't label myself Tom. I've only ever loved Mark in that way." Gavin was still a little defensive and knew he'd never be comfortable calling himself gay, even though Mark hadn't been the first man to catch his attention.
"No one says you have to. Just be who you are Gavin. We're proud of you anyway."