Neal’s heart gives another little ache at that aborted gesture, but the question makes him grin.

“Absolutely. There are more than a few that also make sure the atmosphere stays friendly.”

He’s sure Norton knows what he means, since outright saying there are gay bars all over the city seems like it would spit on Norton’s caution. Neal flags a cab at the curb, the yellow checkered vehicle careening to a stop in front of them.