The next day at work, Carter's mind was whirring.
What had he been thinking? Carter almost banged his head against the desk in despair, sat in the office at the precinct. What was it he'd said... 'No problem kid. I like you too.' Shit, shit, shit, shit shit! What if... What if Norman thought he was... thought he was gay? What if he tried to come onto him?"
He must have made some kind of noise at the thought, because Ash turned round to look at him from the other desk.
"You alright, Carter?"
Carter shook himself out of his thoughts. "Hmm...? Oh, yea... Yea I'm fine. Just thinking."
"Thinking's not good for you." Ash replied. There was a few minutes of silence, before Ash spoke again. "You fancy going out for a piss-up this Sunday?"
"Hmm? Nah, got something on. Sorry." Said Blake, not sounding it at all.
"Oh yeah? What?"
"Going up to Boston."
"Oh..." The detective paused for a minute, thinking. "Boston... why does that ring a bell? Oh... Oh yeah! It's where that douche Jayden came from." Carter twitched, but managed to say nothing. Ash, however, carried on. "God, that little faggot was irritating. With those gay little glasses... Speaking of gay, I wouldn't be surprised if the little poof did take it up the ass... He always seemed a cock-licker, with his la-di-dah little suits, and his shitty Boston accent. God I hate Boston accents..."
"I think they're kinda sexy actually..." Carter mumbled absent-mindedly. Ash blinked.
"Wh... Oh. Oh! I thought you meant Jayden for a minute. God, Carter, you had me scared for a minute!" he laughed. "Yea, Boston accents are cute on chicks, I'll grant you."
Carter walked off, hands clenched, with the excuse that 'he needed a piss'.
What the fuck? What the fuck was going on? Apart from the fact that he was a slimy weed, why had he felt such a strong urge to punch Ash when he'd been talking about Norman?
And why the fuck had he been thinking about Jayden when he had said 'I think they're kinda sexy actually...'
Shit this was getting messed up...