Karl shrugged and burrowed deeper in his leather trench coat. His ears were red from the cold. "Matt's not here yet." "He's not?" "Nope." "Thought he had a rep for always being on set first," Marton said. "That's when his boyfriend's not in town," Karl answered. "His --?" "Ben. Affleck." Karl sighed the name and coughed a stream of white air. "Probably having themselves a quick fuck or whatever while we're all out here freezing our tits off." Marton looked over at Matt's trailer, brows drawn together. "Interesting." "What's that?" Marton shrugged. "Just thought you and him were...y'know. That's all." "You're...what?" Karl laughed and several people turned their heads. "I'm not gay... who the fuck told you I was?" "Craig." It was said with another shrug. "Cocksucker." Marton glanced back at Karl. "He's in London next month for a convention. If, y'know, you felt like getting even."
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