Brian gave him a look. Sort of a puzzled look.

He'd rather thought that Wensleydale'd figured it out by NOW. Wasn't he the smart one?

"Wens. Why wouldn't I?"

Oh, bugger. He'd thought Wens had known ages ago, when Brian hadn't really dated at all and had developed that first interest in rugby matches. ...well, sure, there were plenty of straight men running about who'd follow a match, but surely wanting to watch men in very short shorts plow into each other, that sent signals?

Was this going to be a problem?