People were always mistaking me and Denny for a couple. They assumed we were boyfriends. It always made me laugh, although Denny was always apologising for looking too girly and giving people the wrong impression about us – something I thought was utterly ridiculous. He wasn't girly. He was perfect.
"Pay them no attention," I said, "You're ripped, man – they just wish they had a body like yours."
He always blushed like a tomato when I paid him compliments. I'd always put it down to the fact that his dad was always giving him a hard time about being a faggot. I'd never taken his banter seriously before. I'd just put it down to his dad being the type that found it hard to pay his son a compliment. And to be fair his dad was well weird. He was really chuffed when Denny got into the police force but for some bizarre reason, he was really annoyed when he got partnered with me. I'd have thought he'd have been pleased that I was there to protect him.