Master Grant was speechless, his mouth agape.
"Man, by now I thought you would've grown out of your boy-crushes," he finally blurts out. Surprisingly, Habib doesn't look offended.
"But we love each other, Grant," Habib says with a warm smile. "We're going to live together. We've already discussed adopting a child-"
"Oh? And how do you think you'll pay for all the expenses? You're a demo-main who plays a dead game and he's also a demo-main with no weekly paycheck. Do you think his winnings will put your child through college Let me find you a nice guy, like my husband."
"Like that husband who beats you?" Habib said, while wiping the makeup off Master Grant's face, revealing the bruises underneath. Master Grant smacked Habibs's hand away roughly.
"I told you, I tripped! And I'm pregnant now, so he wouldn't hit me!" Master Grant says, lifting his shirt to show Habib his stomach with its steadily growing bump.
"I had no idea… Well, if he ever hits you again, I want you to call me, OK?"
By now, Master Grant was visibly upset.
"Where do you get off accusing Thalash of such horrible things?! He's a great man, he just gets angry sometimes. His job is very stressful."