It was kind of sad in some ways, to be treated like an old man. He was fucking 40. He just had a heart attack, he wasn't 60 but the way Kian acted around him, he'd have thought he was a pensioner. It wasn't like that punk was even that much younger than him. Well, he was younger but not 'could be your daddy' age. Unless he fucked before legal. Which he did but he never fucked a scot. He would have known.

"I don't care about my blood pressure, it's never been an issue before." Until the heart attack. "It's just settling in." Or whatever.

As they walked towards the lift, he shrugged Kian off and shoved his hands into his pocket. "What? You spend a lot of time in queer clubs, batty-boy?" He had no idea if Kian was gay or not but he assumed he was smart enough to not say it aloud. "For bent ol Mick, he's not so bad."