"I know, I know," Ganymede whispered, wanting nothing more than to be comforted for a second, though his emotions were tengled and rapidly bubbling over as he gripped Ashley's shoulders tightly. "I just...it was so stupid, it has only been a joke and he called me a whore," he breathed.

"Like that's all it was, that....he was just entertaining me. He was such a bastard," he sighed, trying to relax but not having much luck in unfurling the tight black bloom of anger. "He thought I was a prostitute when we first met. I wasn't, but I know that's what he assumed. I guess he thought the bar was just to cover it."