Chapter 6: “And queer, seriously? Use your f*****g imagination.”
The cold turned colder overnight, and when Tav opened the front door, Luca was grinning over the top of an absurdly fluffy scarf.
“Scarf’s s**t,” Tav said, “but your face looks better.”
Luca rolled his eyes, but it was true. The savage black bruising had finally eased and mottled, and was now just a shadow across the side of his face. He didn’t look hurt anymore, and Tav liked it.
“What? It’s a shitty scarf.” It was knobbly and purple. It looked like something off Sesame Street had been skinned.
“You’re a nerk.”
“A what?”
“A toerag. A nuffle-bag. A t**t-monster.”
“What crazy pills are you on this morning?” Tav asked doubtfully, and Luca sniggered, holding out a gloved hand.
“C’mon.”
Tav hefted his bag off the bottom
