"What's with you and thinking I just want to fuck off and shag?" The idea was terrifying. He had only ever had sex once, and it had hardly been this wonderful, glamorous experience. He was pretty sure, in fact, that it had been a natural train wreck.

"What? How do you even go from kissing to shagging? How does that even remotely make sense to you?" He rolled his eyes, "sorry, hate to disappoint."

But then he stared at the boy, unsure if he even wanted to answer that. They'd kissed, after all, not fallen in love and gotten married. Why did he even want to know that sort of thing?

"Don't take it so personal," he said with a bit of a sigh, reaching up to rub his forehead. "I hate everyone equally. And myself the most. Don't feel so fucking special."