And friendship is everything?

[alittleofboth]

Anthony Blunt was sitting on the beach.

Anthony Blunt was sitting on the beach, leaning comfortably against a rock. He had a book in his lap, which he was idly reading from, a cigarette (a real cigarette) between his fingers. And he was looking inordinately pleased

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[patriotqueen]

To the trained eye - and Guy possesed a very trained eye - Anthony might as well have been sitting there with a large sign saying 'Been Fucking All Night'. And he knew he was right, Kim hadn't exactly worried about telling him. That was the first time anyone ever actually mentioned those two to him, by the way. They themselves never had.

He approached, cigarette (King James') in his mouth. "I hear you've been fucking a poet." He said with a casual smile and a sardonic edge.

[alittleofboth]

Anthony froze.

It wasn't much of a change. His hand paused on the page of his book, his body tensed just perceptively. He should have expected it, but he hadn't, not even after Kim had walked in on him and Julian. But they had never spoken of it before. They had avoided doing so for so many years, tucking it far, far away for the sake of friendship and sanity, that it felt almost traitorous to have it out in the open like that.

After a beat he calmly turned a page. "Rumors travel fast," he observed archly.

[patriotqueen]

Times changed but the annoyance of there never having been so much as a hint about the relation on his behalf stayed.

Rumour? "So do facts." Guy replied.

[alittleofboth]

And what would Guy have suggested all those years ago? 'And by the by, I'm fucking the man you are madly in love with'?

Anthony took a drag from his cigarette. "Rumors aren't always false."