“You knew I had a boyfriend,” Near’s rendition is flatter than the source material with just a tiny dash of extra quizzical: he is uncertain why Jude feels the need to announce this fact with such revelatory gotcha glee. “Great. Congratulations. Ten points, you win.”
The odds favor Near having somebody on the significant other scale at any given time, so it’s not like a miracle bullseye. Not that Jude knows anything about Near’s particular preference to never be single if he can help it. How could he? Jude doesn’t actually know shit about Near outside of the handful of contentious hours they’ve spent together, which only feel like an eternity. Still, the odds of anybody being with somebody are pretty good. Maybe it’s the “boy” part; prissy Jude thinking he’s stumbled onto some kind of gay scandal. That would track with the weird cult business; they tend to really focus on men marrying underaged girls in gingham dresses, don’t they?
“Am I fucking weirdo because I have a boyfriend, or because I don’t think my personal life is any of your business? What did you want me to do, tell you I could wait until the next time you showed up because I was busy? Bring you out with me to meet the boyfriend?” The word is briefly embraced, wielded, on the off chance that it makes Jude uncomfortable. Pausing for a second, Near notices another thing about all this is bothering him, like a stone that's been rattling around in his shoe. “Actually, you know what, I’ll bite. Why did you know I had a boyfriend?”
The odds favor Near having somebody on the significant other scale at any given time, so it’s not like a miracle bullseye. Not that Jude knows anything about Near’s particular preference to never be single if he can help it. How could he? Jude doesn’t actually know shit about Near outside of the handful of contentious hours they’ve spent together, which only feel like an eternity. Still, the odds of anybody being with somebody are pretty good. Maybe it’s the “boy” part; prissy Jude thinking he’s stumbled onto some kind of gay scandal. That would track with the weird cult business; they tend to really focus on men marrying underaged girls in gingham dresses, don’t they?
“Am I fucking weirdo because I have a boyfriend, or because I don’t think my personal life is any of your business? What did you want me to do, tell you I could wait until the next time you showed up because I was busy? Bring you out with me to meet the boyfriend?” The word is briefly embraced, wielded, on the off chance that it makes Jude uncomfortable. Pausing for a second, Near notices another thing about all this is bothering him, like a stone that's been rattling around in his shoe. “Actually, you know what, I’ll bite. Why did you know I had a boyfriend?”