Just when Dustin wondered if he'd ever get back to the University of Omaha, he got a very strange phone call from England. Facetime with an unfamilar face.
"I want to have word with you," Naill started. "About that old chap, Gil."
"Huh?" Dustin winced hard. He wanted to know how this Naill got his number.
"Its in the registry." Naill looked at him blankly. "He's in love with you, you know."
Dustin made a face of disgust.
"You're a real fright, you know, mate..though..you're no old mate of mine. Can't possibly see what Gil sees in you." Naill's voice wore on like he was in so much pain, seeing what Gil had to do. "He took some prescriptions, tried to do himself in."
"I have nothing to say." Dustin told him. "Got nothing to do with it." Dustin was serious. "He's bit s h i t t y and a psycho, too. Even if I were gay, couldn't take that crap." Dustin wouldn't fret over it.
Naill didn't say much more.
"God, if you love him, and I don't see how..." Dustin felt a little sorry for this Naill, but not much. "He ... He could hurt you bad. And ..and I don't mean emotionally. Who knows, he could be a serial killer."
Naill laughed at that.
"Suit yourself, but leave me out of it." Dustin made no time to say he was sorry. Besides, he had things to do. There was Holly, the only person he felt comfortable with these days.