Chapter Five

Harry

Just as we had guessed, the Collins’ were having us over for drinks the next night. A ‘welcome to the neighbourhood’ party, as they’d put it. Ethan had the idea that they were working off of their own agenda, trying to make us their ‘gay friends’ – something nobody else in this neighbourhood had.

I just knew they were looking for a wild night with the puffs across the road – they seemed to be suffocating in the pretentiousness of this neighbourhood. They were a lot cooler than I’d thought – Harvey even made a sexual innuendo, the dirty dog! I’d nearly burst my balls laughing while Ethan had barely contained his eye roll.

I was actually looking forward to the next night – drinking was my forte and I could see us having a lot of fun. I didn’t know why Ethan was so wound up about it!

“You cannot drink too much at this party, Harry. I mean it!” his eyes had the familiar blaze to them saying; don’t mess with me. I loved that look... It gave me the drive to defy him, just to see that look. And I knew he loved it – the back and forth between us was what kept us young! Even though we weren’t even thirty yet... but that’s beside the point. Age and maturity had a habit of creeping up on people – I was staying well, well away.

“Jesus Christ Ethan, you’d swear I was dumb! Of course I won’t drink too much!” he looked relieved – for a moment, “I’ll drink just the right amount to fuck shit up. Am I right?!” I punched his shoulder playfully, causing him to grab my fist and hold it, bringing me closer to him.

He kept his eyes on me for a second before replying, not letting go of my fist. “I don’t find you funny, Harry.”

I paused and evaluated how I was going to reply – the moment was getting pretty intimate. What’s a little sultriness to spice things up?

“Well then how do you find me, baby?” I said in a husky voice, biting my lip and looking at him from under my eyelashes. I was beginning to like my new character – I had decided I was going to make Nate Fox a lot flirtier than the briefing had required. Ethan had to slap my hand off of his ass at least five times during Jennifer and Harvey’s visit – it was freaking hilarious!

His eyes widened for a millisecond before he dropped my fist roughly, putting space between us. I knew I was pissing him off with my joking but I didn’t know how to be serious around him – I couldn’t be. Because then I would have to open up a part of my mind that I never wanted to open.

Jesus, I was getting deep into shit that I didn’t want to think about. I snapped off my thoughts and placed a lazy smile on my face, waiting for what argument he was going to start.

“That’s another thing – you made yourself out to be a sex-deprived pervert in front of the Collins! How does that help our case? We’re trying to gain the trust of respectable people around here!” I knew he was madder than usual because I could see that vein throbbing in his forehead that only appeared when he was seriously pissed.

“Firstly, I have made some changes to Nate’s character, as you may have noticed during the day,” he ran his hands through his hair in frustration, muttering ‘I just fucking said that’ to himself, “Secondly, Jennifer and Harvey are like panthers themselves! They were loving it! Jennifer even squeezed my ass when we hugged goodbye.”

Harvey and Jennifer were twenty year olds stuck in the bodies of fifty-something year olds – when I was messing with Ethan, they nearly fell of their seats with laughter and I could tell that they were thinking that finally, someone exciting was in the neighbourhood. I could tell – I have an eye for people; mostly girls.

“I’m going to kill you. I swear to God, Harry, one of these days!” he stormed off upstairs, probably to unpack our stuff. These days I didn’t even have to pretend I was going to unpack. It wasn’t that I expected Ethan to do it – he did it of his own accord! I was a serial non-unpacker. He just couldn’t deal with looking at my suitcase thrown in the corner for six months. His problem – not mine.

We were spending the night in separate beds. I hadn’t expected this, to be honest. Ethan had grunted a ‘goodnight’ before stalking into a guest bedroom and slamming the door. I wondered if this was always going to be the way... I guessed it probably would be – who would notice where we slept at night? We didn’t technically have to sleep in the same bed.

I felt disappointment rush through me, but couldn’t understand it. I had assumed we would share a room, but I obviously hadn’t thought it through. Last night in the hotel, when I was in one of my random moods, it was so nice to feel a warm body next to mine. I didn’t even realise I was putting my arm around him until it was there, and soon it was impossible to remove it.

When I realised he was awake I nearly took it off him then... But knowing he was awake made me want to have it there so much more; especially since he wasn’t trying to get it off him. He wanted it there, too. Or he just didn’t want to wake me.

Ugh, fuck it. I wasn’t going to go through the ins and outs of it – my hand was draped over him last night, big whoop. And yes, I hadn’t fallen asleep until I knew by his breathing that he was asleep first. I knew he had trouble falling asleep so I was just looking out for him, like friends do.

I tossed in the huge king-sized bed I was in, tangling myself in the sheets. The master bedroom was true to its title – it truly was huge. There was so much furniture and decor; I couldn’t even take it all in.

A moving van had arrived the day before, bringing all of our ‘stuff’. Jennifer had said that the moving guys were ‘the hottest things since Efron’. I had pouted and sighed dramatically at having missed them.

I kept tossing and turning for about another hour and a half – I even looked over our briefing for the first time, that’s how bored I was. (Ethan had filled me in once he’d read it – there really was no need for both of us to read it.)

Eventually, in my sleep deprived state, I found myself walking to Ethan’s room. I didn’t think twice, didn’t question what I was doing. I just wanted to sleep next to someone familiar tonight – it was strange being in a new place, and all that.

He stirred when I got into the bed beside him, as I was trying to subtly pull some of the blankets onto my side.

“What are you doing?” he mumbled, yawning.

“Eh – nothing. Go back to sleep. You’re dreaming,” I whispered back.

“You okay?” he rolled onto his side, facing me, his eyes still closed. He was half-asleep and probably thought he was dreaming.

“Yeah. Just... cold,” I answered, closing my eyes. I felt the tiredness wash over me at that point and before he could ask me another groggy question, I was asleep.

-       -

The next morning, I could tell by the white light of the sun shining in that it was extremely early. The gentle snores beside me told me that Ethan was still wiped out.

Ethan’s arm was wrapped around me and I was pulled as close as possible to him. A small smile escaped onto my lips and I stayed where I was for another fifteen minutes before I knew I had to move.

I didn’t know why I did a lot of the things I did. Most of them were down to being drunk, the others being stupid, and the rest being Ethan. All jokes aside, my actions around him were questionable at best. I just knew I didn’t want him to know I slept in the same bed as him. I didn’t want him to know I couldn’t sleep without him.

I didn’t want to think about the matter further, so I instead focused on getting out of the bed without waking him. It was difficult at first, untangling his arm from around me, but once I’d accomplished that, I was easing myself off of the bed and returning to the master room.

It wasn’t even six in the morning. How was I so awake? I decided the pool outside needed breaking into, and that’s where Ethan found me an hour later.

“Why are you up so early?” he stood at the pool’s edge with a cup of coffee in his hands. It was very strange to see me up before ten. Any time before that, I had to be dragged up by Ethan.

“Jeez Ethan, it’s like seven in the morning – I always get up this time,” I huffed, dunking my head under the water again.

When I emerged he was sitting on the edge of a lounge chair, frowning at me. “Did you sleep in my bed last night?”

I scoffed, “What? No.”

“I swear I remember having a conversation with you last night.”

“You must have been dreaming, you psycho!” I was getting sort of defensive – I always did when I was being caught out.

“No, I’m pretty sure I remember talking to you.”

“Why would I give up the master bedroom to go sleep in some shitty room with you? No thank you!” Granted the spare bedroom was nicer than any other bedroom I’d ever seen, but it was still shitty.

“Right... Okay. Sorry – my mistake.” He stood up and returned back through the dazzling green gardens to the patio that led into the kitchen.

“Yeah, well, don’t let it happen again!” I shouted after him, going under the water again to do five more laps.

When I returned to the house, Ethan was at the front door talking to someone. I walked up behind him in my soaking wet swim-suit. The guy at the door was someone I recognised. Who was he?

“Ah, Nate. Come and meet one of our next door neighbours!” Ethan’s smile was tight when I looked at the visitor in confusion, telling me I needed to start remembering our briefing – and very quickly.

“Nice to meet you, Nate. I’m Hugh Lawman – I live next door,” the guy was British and God damn was he charming.

“Nice to meet you, Hugh,” I chuckled, shaking his outstretched hand. He had brown hair, a few shades lighter than Ethan’s almost black hair. His eyes were piercing blue but not as piercing as Ethan's. Wait, why was I thinking about Ethan’s eyes, again?

“Nate, Hugh asked you a question,” Ethan nudged me, taking my hand in his. I zoned back into the conversation.

“Sorry, sorry, I’m still half-asleep,” I lied, “What was that, Hugh?”

“I just asked what part of the UK you grew up in? Oh, and sorry for arriving so early – I just saw you out in the pool from my balcony... I wasn’t creeping, or anything, just happened to see you and... yeah...” he trailed off, laughing a little.

I struggled to remember the question – my attention span wasn’t great. “Oh, I grew up in London,” I replied once I’d replayed what he’d just blabbered in my head, “You?”

“Same! What part?”

We spoke for a while about our past lives in England – most of my ‘past’ had been written for me by an operative who designed our briefing. It was very impressive. I had actually grown up in London, but that’s where the similarities between Nate and I basically ended.

I was starting to get a bit antsy talking with Hugh. His eyes flickered to Ethan too often and whenever we laughed I’d noticed he’d look at Ethan’s lips, thinking nobody noticed.

Well, I fucking did. Hugh had the hots for Ethan! Didn’t see this one coming, did you Dawson? I thought, thinking back to our Captain.

“Will we see you tonight at Harvey and Jennifer’s?” Ethan asked a bit too eagerly for my liking when Hugh sadly announced he had to leave; something about getting his Lamborghini serviced, or something. I bet he just said that to show-off that he had a Lamborghini – what a tool.

“I wouldn’t miss it! Nice to meet you guys. See you later,” he grinned at me but let his eyes linger on Ethan, who was practically drooling.

Once the door was closed and we were both in the kitchen, I spun around.

“What the fuck was that?” I accused.

Ethan, taken aback, frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“You guys were practically making-out!”

Ethan looked stunned at my accusation for a moment before replying. “We were having a polite conversation, Harry! Not that you would know what that is!”

“I know that he likes you – a little too much.”

“No he doesn’t. We were just being polite! Fucking hell, Harry.” He poured another coffee for himself.

“And the way he said ‘I wouldn’t miss it’ when you asked about tonight – who does he think he is? We don’t even fucking know him! Why wouldn’t he miss it? He’s weird – I’m telling you!” I sat at the kitchen table, munching on an apple.

“You’re psychotic.” Was all Ethan replied.

“No I’m not – he likes you.”

“So what if he does?” This silenced me. I stood up from my chair slowly, my eyes wide with judgement.

“So you think he likes you, too?”

Ethan raked his hands through his hair, getting more frustrated. “No! Look, we’re not fifteen years old, Harry. You don’t just ‘like’ someone you just met. And anyway, Hugh is a known player – you would know that if you read the fucking briefing.”

He was getting ready to storm out again.

“You like him, too. I could tell.” I threw one last accusation at him, testing the waters. I kind of regretted it straight away, though.

His eyes were almost popping from his skull with frustration. “Firstly, I don’t like drug dealers. And secondly, he’s a guy, Harry. When did you start assuming I was gay?”

I opened and closed my mouth like a fish for a few seconds, thinking of what to say. “I don’t assume anything. Just going by what I see.”

“Yeah, well, going by what you see doesn’t mean jackshit. Now, if you wouldn’t mind, I’m going for a run around the neighbourhood – getting some face-time with our targets is all we need to be thinking about right now.” His eyes gave me a warning look to stay quiet, so I did as he strode out of the kitchen.

I didn’t give a shit what he said, Lawman was a dirty old pervert who preyed on married men.

I knew I was making wild assumptions and going against everything the briefing had said about him – a different girl every night was Lawman’s style. I had decided that I wasn’t going to call him Hugh but instead, Lawman. Hugh was too posh and pretentious and didn’t suit his stupid face.

I pinched the bridge of my nose. I’d never really hated anyone in my life, but I was taking a pretty severe disliking to a guy I’d just met. Trusting my gut was all I had in these undercover stings, though.

“I’ll be back in an hour,” Ethan shouted over his shoulder as he jogged out of the front door. I didn’t even look up. I was so mad at him for not agreeing with me – normally he always trusts my gut feelings.

In order for it to look like we truly were living the lap of luxury, we had a maid and housekeeper hired. A gardener also came once a week, starting next Thursday.

I had often wondered since we got here just how much the agency had actually spent on this operation. Was it truly worth it? To bring down some wealthy assholes who had too much money so they started spending it on some recreational drug use?

I had voiced these thoughts to Ethan but he had shaken his head. “There’s probably more to the picture that we have yet to find out.”

Sometimes operatives aren’t give the ‘full picture’ when going undercover. These could be due to many factors, like it may be detrimental to us that we become close to these people, but if we find out they all secretly murdered children, it would really compromise our potential.

It’s been researched and tested – agents who are unaware of the evilness of those they are to become close to end up performing better overall.

It was extremely unnerving, though. That’s why I didn’t like to think that this was what was happening to Ethan and me. I didn’t want to find out that Harvey skinned puppies for the fun of it in six months time! I happened to like Harvey!

The day passed slower than I’d expected, given we had so many luxuries – I’d swam myself to the brink by the time four o’ clock came around. Ethan refused to play tennis with me – he was still mad.

The agency had told us not to leave the neighbourhood for the first two days, minimum. This was the period in which our neighbours were getting used to the prospect of us and coming and going could interfere with them getting more comfortable around us, or some shit like that.

Harvey and Jennifer had asked us to be at their house for eight – I was showered, shaved and dressed by seven-thirty, rearing to go. The house was lonely when Ethan refused to talk to me. I had tried multiple times throughout the day to snap him out of it, but it was no use.

By seven forty-five we were both sick of waiting and decided on being fashionably early. I was sick of either sitting in silence or receiving one-worded answers from him. He needed to stop being such a little bitch!

What did I even do? All I said was that I thought him and Lawman had a thing for each other – what’s so wrong with that?!

“Boys! Come in, come in!” Harvey opened the door, his face reddening with excitement. I’d guessed he’d had a little to drink before we arrived – or maybe something stronger than alcohol.

“Harvey my man, good to see you!” I replied just as enthusiastically, handing him mine and Ethan’s coats. “And where is the lady of the house?”

“She’s right here!” Jennifer replied, sauntering up the hallway in a figure-fitting sparkling gold cocktail dress.

“You look divine!” I received a kiss on both cheeks from her, earning me some lipstick stains that Ethan affectionately brushed off. I felt like saying ‘oh, so you’re not going to talk to me in private, but in public you’ll just paw my face like there’s no tomorrow?’.

I managed to hold my tongue, however, and once Harvey and Jennifer’s backs were to us as they led us into the lounge area, he dropped his hand from my face.

“Your house is just spectacular,” Ethan complimented, taking two pre-made martini’s from the silver tray set up on the huge table in the middle of the room.

This comment set Jennifer off into how she had decorated the house all last summer – the builders were just horrid, according to her.

“Well, it was all worth it in the end – I would kill for those curtains!” Ethan eyed the long, lavish red curtains that hung in the room. I raised an eyebrow at him. I knew he wasn’t Ethan Moore anymore, but Rob Fox. But still, to hear him say something so girly and materialistic was strange.

The doorbell rang as we began talking about our company that had resulted in our riches. I was getting bored of the topic so I was glad for the distraction and the prospect of meeting new people.

My relief was short-lived, however, as Lawman walked into the room, acting like he owned the place.

“Hugh’s, here, darling!” Harvey signalled to Lawman as if we all couldn’t see him or smell the over-use of his cologne – my eyes were nearly watering from it, for fuck’s sake!

“Hello, Jennifer. Lovely to see you!” he received two kisses from her too, before turning his attention to Ethan and I, who were sitting on a rather uncomfortable yet gorgeous looking sofa.

“Nate, Rob! Long time no see!”

Wow, great attempt at a joke, Lawman. You’re fucking hilarious.  Not. Ethan started laughing and stood up to shake his hand. I glared at Ethan as his cheeks went rosy from chuckling. It killed me to do it, but for the sake of the operation I had to stand up, too and shake the weasel’s hand.

“So, who else are we expecting?” Lawman asked.

“Well, Kyle and Stephanie were unsure when we asked them again today – the twins are teething and they don’t really feel comfortable leaving them with the nanny if they’re crying the whole time!” Jennifer wrinkled her nose – it seemed she wasn’t a fan of children. “Grant and Audrey will be over, though. You know them – half an hour late is their version of being early! And I think William will be joining them. Lindsay’s off in college, as you know!”

Lawman nodded and smiled. “How old is William, now? I haven’t seen that kid in ages!”

Sixteen.

“Eh, sixteen, I think he is?” Harvey answered, reaching for another martini.

It was strange knowing everything about everyone when we were supposed to be complete strangers. It gave me a sense of power, though.

The night progressed with laughter and booze – even Ethan was on his third martini! Harvey was well and truly pissed and Jennifer wasn’t far behind him. Lawman was being annoyingly sensible, however. He wasn’t even finished his first glass. For a nightclub and strip-club owner, I would have thought he’d be downing glass after glass.

I’d been focusing all of my attention on Harvey and Jennifer – Lawman had sat on the other side of Ethan on the couch, and the two of them had been chattering to themselves non-stop all evening.

I was on the verge of vomiting at Lawman’s obvious desperation when the doorbell rang. Harvey stumbled on his way to the door, giggling and then shushing himself. The man was a freaking legend!

“It’s the Jefferson’s!” he proclaimed, walking them into the room and slapping a stern-looking man’s back playfully. The man barely smirked and nodded to the room.

“Hello.”

A blonde woman followed behind him, her face almost gleaming with Botox. “Hello,” she repeated, attempting a smile. Jesus, I would never understand why people injected that shit into their faces – this poor woman could barely blink!

“Grant, Audrey, this is Nate and Rob Fox – our new neighbours!” Jennifer giggled, pointing at Ethan and I. I smiled widely at the two of them, standing up to offer them and handshake.

As Grant shook my hand, though, I got a notion. Pulling his hand towards me, I gave him a hug. “Fuck it, we’re neighbours now – might as well hug it out!” Jennifer and Harvey screeched with laughter and I even heard that weasel chuckling. Ethan wasn’t laughing, though.

He was really fucking annoying me with his moodiness – I was going to have words with him when we got home.

I gave Audrey a hug too and she patted my back awkwardly. Ethan, being the gentleman he was, simply shook their hands.

“I apologise for my husband. He never could handle a good martini!” he raised his glass to Harvey and Jennifer, who looked utterly delighted at the compliment of their alcohol, which was probably prepared by somebody else.

The Jefferson’s laughed quietly, sitting in two seats brought into the room for them by a maid.

“Don’t worry about it,” Grant smirked.

These two had some serious poles stuck up their asses. If Ethan and I were going to gain everybody’s trust, we needed to be more than polite!

I finished my fifth – or was it seventh? – glass. Harvey noticed and stumbled over to get me another one.

“I think he’s had enough,” Ethan chuckled. I could see the warning behind his chuckle, though. Screw him! He’s been an asshole to me all day and now I was going to have some fun with our new neighbours!

“Ah, I’m sure one more won’t hurt, right Nate?” Lawman piped up.

Who the fuck asked him anything?

I just glanced at him and strained a laugh. “True that, La – Hugh.” Stupid weasel.

Ethan glared at me as I took a sip of my drink, relaxing back into the sofa. My head felt a bit dizzy, yes. But that didn’t mean I was drunk!

“So guys, what is it you two do for a living?” Grant asked. Himself and Audrey were sipping on two glasses of neat whiskeys that Harvey had prepared for them – obviously they’d made it quite clear in the past what their drink preferences were.

I could imagine them to be quite scary when they wanted to be. I felt a pang of pity for their kids, William and Lindsay, until I remembered that they were spoilt little rich kids.

“Ugh, no more about business – please!” I groaned.

Ethan gave a strained laugh at my outburst but leaned forward to spill everything he’d learned off of the briefing to Grant. It was obvious Grant cared little for chit-chat. He wanted to know who we were, where we came from and what we did. Nothing more, nothing less.

I would have a tough time cracking him.

We stayed for another hour and a half before people started leaving. The Jefferson’s left first, even though they were the last to arrive. The atmosphere in the room grew less icy when they left and we were joking around as much as we had been before they’d arrived.

It was strange, being around them – I felt like I’d something to prove to them. I think everyone felt that way.

Next, Lawman announced his departure. I couldn’t help the smile that came across my face when he said it – finally I wouldn’t have to look at his stupid face for much longer.

“Yeah, I think Nate and I should go home, too. I have a business call in the morning and I don’t trust him to make it home himself!”

I frowned. “E-scuse me? I’m fiiiiine,” I hiccupped, “I can make my own way home!” I slurred. Yes, I’d had a few more martini’s and perhaps one or two whiskeys – but nothing more!

Ethan laughed. “Oh, Nate. You sure know how to make an exit!” he was speaking light-heartedly and laughing along with everyone else, but really, I knew I was dead.

I didn’t see what the big deal was – Harvey was practically falling asleep against the table and Jennifer couldn’t speak without bursting into a fit of giggles. I looked over to them for help.

“Guys, seriously – I’m fine, rrright?” I burst into drunken laughter with the two of them. Ethan was pulling my upright off of the couch, but Harvey, Jennifer and myself couldn’t stop laughing.

“Come on, honey. Bedtime.” I wondered could anyone else hear the lividness in his tone? Probably not – I knew him too well.

Lawman put his hand on my elbow to help me out. I was about to snatch it away but had to remind myself that I wasn’t to make an enemy of this man – even if I did think he was a reincarnation of the devil.

We said our goodbyes and left. Harvey and Jennifer couldn’t even get up off of the couch to walk us to the door – I’d a feeling that that’s where they would be sleeping tonight.

Our house was only across the road from theirs. Lawman walked with us to our main gates and even waited when Ethan entered the security code to open the gates. I was half expecting Lawman to walk to the front door with us before he smiled and raised his hand in a wave.

“Well, it’s been a pleasure, gents. Give me a text tomorrow Rob and we can arrange a session at the club – I know the current president so making an appointment will be no problem!”

Ethan nodded and smiled, “Will do – get home safe!” he joked as Lawman walked away. The gate to his house was barely a minutes’ walk from ours. He turned around and laughed, saying goodbye to us again.

“Bye-bye,” I slurred. My arm was draped over Ethan’s neck. So what if I couldn’t exactly walk without help? I wasn’t that drunk! Ethan was going to make an exaggeration of this night, I just knew it!

Once we were inside I expected Ethan to let go of me, but he didn’t. Instead, he helped me up the stairs and into the master bedroom. I fell onto the bed, using all of my strength to roll onto my back.

Ethan was leaving the room before I stopped him. “Wait,” I mumbled.

He stopped but didn’t turn around. “What, Harry?”

“Stay wi’ me tonight. Please,” I yawned, trying to pat the space beside me, but my arm went limp after one pat.

Okay, maybe I was drunker than I’d thought.

“Why?”

His voice wasn’t angry or curious. It was as if he knew the answer and just wanted me to give it to him.

“Just ‘cos.”

“That’s not good enough, Harry.” He started walking again.

“Why do you need an answer, E? Why can’t you jus’ do it?” I leaned forward on my elbows. My mind was clearing ever so slightly now that we were actually talking.

“Because unlike you, Harry, I don’t just do things without thinking; I think of the consequences before I act!” He turned around. I couldn’t see his face in the darkness of the room, but I knew his eyes were mad.

“What consequences are you thinkin’ of now?” I questioned, holding in a hiccup. I had to stand my ground and hiccupping would not be an ideal move to make.

He didn’t speak for a moment and just sighed. “Why do you want me to sleep with you, Harry?”

“You never answered my,” the hiccup I’d been holding in popped out, “question.”

“And you never answered mine,” he replied in a softer tone, “Goodnight, Harry.”

Before he closed the door I managed one more sentence, that I wouldn’t remember in the morning, before falling back on my elbows again and closing my eyes. “Fine, leave me here alone. I’m used to people leaving me, anyway.”

After that – blackness.

I woke in the middle of the night with my fuzzy head about to be invaded with a banging headache – I wasn’t looking forward to my hangover in the morning. I looked beside me in the bed and my eyebrows automatically raised. Ethan was there, snoring softly.

I was still drunk but nowhere near as I had been – how had I even managed it up the stairs? I sighed and lay my head back down. Before I closed my eyes and before I chickened out, I took Ethan’s arm that was resting in the space between us and put it around me. Closing the space between us, I finally closed my eyes.

At some point I didn’t have to hold his hand in place anymore, and he was tightening it around me. I’d never felt so safe and so terrified at the same time.

What are your thoughts on Chapter Five? There’s a lot of people being thrown into the mix, but it’ll get easier to remember them all! What do you guys think is in Harry’s past that’s haunting him to the point where he can’t even think about it?

And what do you think of Hugh and Ethan? Why do you think Ethan got so mad at Harry’s ‘observations’?

Like and comment if you so wish – it would mean a lot!

By the way, the picture on the right is of Hugh!

-O.