"That's all well and good but it would all fall apart if people realise the psychiatrist was a hobby drug dealer, don't you think? There are records, ways to be traced. People who are careless show their hands early in." And Oswald wasn't sure how much this boy could reign himself in and keep on the down low until then.

"I was a queer in the south, sir. I know about discretion." Jonathan informed him bluntly without a hint of shame or concern. Well, a queer could peg a queer. And Oswald was fucking flaming.

And even bolding admitting to his queerness seemed to throw Oswald. "Well... okay. Very good then." Oswald threw his arm out casually. "I'm nothing if not fair. I'm always willing to give chances."