"What did you tell him, exactly?" Ian didn't want to be angry with Oliver, but he was. He'd let it slip to Eric about him being with Derrick, now.
"Not that much." Oliver was busy down at the cafe. He was cleaning as usual.
"You weren't suppose to tell." Ian glared at him, but Oliver offered him some short bread.
"I forgot. I have a lot on my mind." Oliver shrugged.
Ian was beginning to think the place might be taking the life out of Oliver. It just seemed different now with him around. Oliver was quiet and not so upbeat.
"What did he say?" Ian asked as he took a bite of the yummy short bread.
"I dunno. Not a lot." Oliver got back to the pans of scones that needed to be taken out of the oven. Someone had ordered them. He didn't like over doing with the batches. He was good at making friends and Ian could see he was serious about this business.
Ian tried to stay settled. He tried his best not to worry what Eric would think. It didn't matter what Eric thought, he kept telling himself. But then there was his Dad. Everyone. He felt miserable as he thought he might choke on the cookie. It was a bigger decision than he thought it would be. He wished it was like ripping off a band-aid. But it was more than that. This would definitely be life changing, and really he didn't think he had changed that much.