"Yeah, you seem real worry free." Kian rolled his eyes and got into the driver's seat, starting the car and backing out carefully. It was a beautiful car, antique, definitely not something he'd want to damage. Some lines weren't crossed, he wasn't going after the man's car. "Is that what your therapist thinks too? That you're worry-free?"

He snorted and then focused on getting them out of the garage and into traffic. Ah, London. This was going to take a while. "I think I've fucked his boyfriend. Your therapist's."