"We'll need to talk about this sometime, Ed. And I think that it's better if we discuss this sooner rather than later."
Ed worried the inside of his mouth and continued to work the Kevlar vest off of his worn, sweaty torso. "I don't see what there is to talk about, Boss. You made your intentions clear."
If Ed didn't know better, he would've said that Greg looked wounded by his callous words. "Look, Ed… I should have told you about the medication, I know that. But it wasn't my place. His condition was under control -,"
"Just the fact that he had the condition didn't worry you at all? He's a fucking sniper, Greg! If he misfires, he could kill an innocent victim and then what would you do? How would you explain that to the victim's family?"
Greg sighed. "It's a mild case of Parkinson's. With medication, it can easily be managed -,"
"…it doesn't matter if it can be 'easily managed'. It affects his health and I should have known about it…"
"I'm sorry, Ed. I am. But I wouldn't overstep my bounds and tell you something that I promised to keep confidential, especially considering that I didn't think it was a real threat." Greg said.
"You didn't think it was a real threat? Or did you just not care?" Ed hissed, his eyes narrowed.
"How could you think that I just don't care about you?" Greg looked at him in hopeless confusion.
Ed shook his head. "Because you don't."
An uncomfortable sense of finality washed over him. He couldn't believe that Ed would think like that. Was it because of this situation, or was this just the catalyst? Greg didn't know and he couldn't work up the nerve to ask. Blankly, he watched as Ed collected his stuff and wandered off to the showers. Seconds later, a warm cloud of mist came over the top of one of the stalls. Greg continued to stand there, that stricken look on his face never fading.
It took a few minutes for the reality of the situation to settle into his bones. Ed was mad. He was madder than Greg had ever seen him. And for what? It wasn't his fault that one of Ed's men had Parkinson's. He had made him promise not to tell, so long as it didn't affect his work. And Greg had been hesitant, knowing how all of this could blow up if he didn't tell Ed, but in the end, he had agreed to keep the secret.
And now, he watched as his lover stormed out of the shower, a towel loose around his waist. He cast one hurt look at Greg, before his face closed off into an emotionless mask and he stalked over to his locker. When he noticed Greg's eyes boring into his back, he shot him a cold look, and then he wandered off to a section where he could have more privacy. The uncomfortable sensation blossomed once again. What had he gotten himself into?