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“Y’know, if you didn’t wanna do it with me, you could’ve just said so.”
“No – no, that’s not it,” Mirage protested. “That ain’t it, it’s just –” He tried to think of the right English word to sum up what it was, settling on, “Complicated.”
“Complicated?” Noah echoed.
“Okay,” he said, dropping into a crouch so they could look each other more or less in the eye. “I’m gonna try and explain this.”
“Uh-huh?” said Noah.
“We do not have sex,” Mirage said, the words tumbling out in a rush. “Cause sex is, uh, an organic thing – fragging is interfacing, which is kinda – like sex? But it’s not sex,” he went on. “It’s a different thing – anyway the point is, you and I, we are, uh. Not compatible.”