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You have a problem with a certain straight man, I take it.

Don't have a problem with him. Just the opposite...

But he's straight, Sure, whatever.

I'm Zach, by the way.

Oh, I get it.

Right...he's straight -- or he thinks so.

Ford.

*smiles, inclines head*

I take it you've dealt with the "straight" ones before?

I just - a lot's happened in the past few weeks - so I get what you mean. Let's just say that before five weeks ago I never kissed a guy before -- but I've made great strides since then.

Oh wow, those are great strides. Yeah...

I've lived in Texas all my life. Guys around there... closetcases are many, sane men are few.

That's why I'm in New York now... well, no it's not, but yeah. I left.

You just think they're great strides because they involve playing for your team.

Yeah - well, New York? Sane is overrated. Believe me. But, welcome to New York, man. It basically rocks.

I've encountered a lot of crazy already, don't you worry.

And I didn't mean it that way! Just that that was a lot happening... I'm not too good with words. Especially not today, it seems. You don't have to be gay, unless you go around fucking men...

Then you're gay. Calvin.

...ugh

Figures you would - it's New York.

Ford chuckles. I'm not a label-er...but, yeah, for the most part, I go for cock. He stops, after being so frank. I don't think I've ever said that out loud before.

*Zach laughs outright*

It's a good policy.

*pauses*

I did not just call cock a policy. I am so hopelessly gay. Ugh.

My problem is I'm too fucking nice, that's what happens. And the fact that I seem to develop feelings for people almost instantaneously. Not cool. Basically, he wanted to fuck me and call himself straight, and I said ok.

And now it's bothering the living Christ outta me. Not that there was any there to begin with.

And I'm - I have no idea how to describe it. Well, I'm definitely amused ~~and interested.~~

Huh. That's -- whatever gets you through the day, right? Do you like him now? Or is this just a fucking policy?

Yeah, I see why it would. I - I got out of a relationship recently. I'm dating now - you know, in general. Dating.

Dating is a crapshoot. Gay men are so catty and they're all about hooking up... and in the South they're all about not telling anyone afterwards.

God, I feel slutty.

Hell, I am slutty.

Dating is dating. I'm not so much with the catty - and I don't, like, scream it to the rooftops after I do -- but I mean, I won't hide it.

Especially good sex.

Slutty isn't a bad thing. It's not something to be ashamed of. You're definitely attractive enough to be slutty ;).

Wait, you fucked a straight guy? Why?

Because he was available. And I really like him...

And you're another Zach. Ohgod.

Yeah. You were freaking out my boyfriend earlier.

Ohhhhh. That makes a lot of sense now. Sorry 'bout that! Completely unintentional.

Also good to know I'm like, a fag in every dimension.

Heh. Yeah. Kind of reassuring, isn't it?

It is, kind of o.o

Get out of my head!

...But no, seriously, hi.

Sorry, I'm just... you know. Me.

Hi. So, tell me about this guy of yours.

Hm... Calvin. Okay, before you judge me on this.. and I said I wouldn't ever get involved with closetcases after last time.. but this one was different.

First of all, I went my whole life thinking I never had an ability, but he helped me realize I did. And he has one... and you should see him, cuz he's gorgeous.

And he's sweet and likes my beer and.. he's funny and dorky and...

Straight.

Jeeze. I know all about that. Lyle refuses to tell anyone.

Wait... you've got an ability? Like... like Claire?

He sounds awesome. Other than the straight part.

Really? That's a shame.

I do.. well, not quite like hers. Mine isn't nearly as flashy. So I'm guessing she's not your sister in your world?

Oh, and he is. I don't fall for just any guy.

..Well...

Fuck

I think he's afraid his dad's gonna disown him or something.

Wait, what? No. She's... uh, she's Lyle's sister. And, so, what do you do?

Well. I'm happy for you, then.

Oh, I uh... I can disappear kinda. When I get real nervous, people can't see me. Like a chameleon... sorta.

And thanks, even though I don't think it's due until I actually manage to bag him. I think as far as he knows this was just a hook-up.

Huh. Kinda useful. I mean, when people are picking on you.

Oh. Right. Well, you think he's interested?

I was just happy to know I wasn't the lone nonfreak of the family. It got lonely.

And well... it's hard to say. I want to say yes.

I think I'm freak enough without adding stuff to it.

I hope so. Hey... good luck.

Thanks.

It was nice to meet... me.

Yeah. I'm gonna let myself freak out about this later, I think.

Same.

Cool. I'll, uh, see you around, then.