Bo is on a strategically placed bench along Elm street, doing something a bit more than sulking. He looks angry, certainly, deeply angry, but there's also bewilderment and hurt and confusion and a look of deep and tearing introspection.
His dress would fit much more nicely with a peaceful demeanor: slender-legged black pants and an 'asian-inspired' kind of long-sleeved shirt in jade-green silk. It sets off his eyes very well, along with the bracelet from Enrique (which was the point).
But it's a bit out of place, because he looks very unhappy at the moment, rather than peaceful and serene.

Enrique was going to go wine-shopping.

But there's his little one, and what's wrong?

He sits next to him.

"Little one?"

"Oh." The little one gives him a look that is half glare, half begging to be comforted. "Hello, Enrique. How are you?"

"I'm fine."

He puts an arm around Bo's shoulders.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh...oh..." he shakes his head angrily. "Nothing important. Just something stupid Keye said. I just--ah--he knows better. He shouldn't have...said that."

"What did he say?"

And Keye had the nerve to tell Enrique not to hurt the little one.

Hmph.

"It's--"
Huff.

He shouldn't even be talking about this, he should keep his and Keye's business between them, but he's angry and he's hurt, and to hell with it!

"I was upset with him for--well, that's not important, but he got angry, and he said...he said," he bites his lip, "It wasn't his fault my father blew his brains out and I should quit taking my stupid hangups out on him. Like he's one to talk about stupid hangups."

Enrique kisses the top of his head.

"Well, it certainly wasn't your fault..."

That's a horrible thing to say, Keye.

"What brought that up?"

"He was--he was being stupid, and I told him that I was afraid he might be getting suicidal again. He got very angry at that, which doesn't reassure me much at all..."
Frown. He's still worried about Keye. Just...
Why did he have to say that?
It cuts deep.

"Oh, little one..."

He doesn't say that it would serve Keye right if he was suicidal, because it would be less painful than what Enrique would like to do with him.

Instead, he says, "For your sake, I hope he isn't."

"So do I." Sigh. "I got angry, and left. I shouldn't have done, but..." he snuggles against Enrique. "I couldn't even talk, I was so upset."

"I could check on him for you."

Heh, not really.

Yell at him, rather.

It's sad, isn't it, that Bo bites?

"Oh, do you think...would you?"
He really is very worried, but he doesn't want to face Keye at the moment.

"If you want me to."

Pause.

"I'll try to be civil, even."

"Oh, you're too lovely!" Bo wraps his arms around Enrique's shoulders, kissing him on the cheek. "I don't deserve you, I really don't."

Chuckle.

"It's the other way around, silly. I don't deserve you."

They're silly, the pair of them.

"There is no one who does." he kisses Enrique's nose now, because he likes doing that.
He feels a bit better. Other things are still at the back of his mind, but Enrique is a pleasant distraction.

"No indeed. We can only aspire to be worthy to kiss your toes."

He grins.

Much better. Bo should smile.

"Would you like to, later?"
With the hidden message of perhaps moving upwards from there.

"As long as they're clean."

Dirty toes aren't tasty.

"Feeling better, I see."

"Of course they're clean!"
He's playfully insulted.

Then his face falls.
"Mm. Yes, I suppose."

Ack.

Note to self. Do not bring up that Bo was upset while you're cheering him up.

"I had better wash them and make sure."

Grin.

"Maybe I'll do a full-fledged pedicure."

"Ooh."
Now that really would be nice, all joking inside.
"I don't have the cash to pay for such a thing as a pedicure. I suppose I'll have to find some other way..."

"Well, I do take blow-jobs."

Ahem.

"Purely as payment, you understand."

"That's the only way you'll take them?"
Eyebrow.
I'm sure I can use that against you, his eyes say.

Enrique does not deign to answer.

He grins.

Please do use that against me.

Bo snuggles against him, giggling.
It's fun to joke about sex in public places.

He's also tapping the surface of the bench with one finger at very regular intervals.

"I'll even throw in a manicure."

He kisses Bo's forehead.

"If you pay extra."

"I can get one elsewhere for less."
Sweeten the deal?

"Oh, really?"

He trails a hand up Bo's spine. His voice drops, in both pitch and volume.

"So sure of that?"

"A manicure? Yes."
More than that? Not quite.

"You just said you don't have the cash."

He cups the back of Bo's head in his hand.

Beautiful.

"For most, a kiss would suffice."
And never-mind a blow-job.

"Oh, really."

Eyebrow.

"All right, you find someone who'll give you a manicure and a pedicure for a kiss, and I'll do it for free."

"You're on." he holds out his hand to shake.

"And suppose you don't?"

If they're betting, they have to each bet something.

"Then I shall pay you as you have specified."
His hand drifts somewhere untoward.

"Double."

Grin.

"One for each."

"Very well."
Yes, this sounds like an entertaining evening.

Sigh.
"If you promise to check on Keye and make sure he hasn't killed himself."

"I already said I would, didn't I?"

He taps Bo on the nose.

"I haven't forgotten."