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'I would have sex with Angie, if she wanted me,' the thought suddenly hits Victor while they are having one of their occasional 'save me' milkshakes and Victor is watching Angie make her way to the bathroom.
The thought is... odd, in many ways. He keeps telling himself he's not in love with Angie, and maybe he isn't. He's not quite sure how he should be able to tell if he was. Because what Victor wants has never looked like what people say it should look like.
Because he doesn't desire sex with Angie. He doesn't look at her and wish he could kiss her and join their body parts. Maybe he wouldn't mind the kissing but everything else? Victor has spend practically his whole life studying humans and their bodies and while he knows intellectually that certain touches and actions create pleasure, he's never found enough interest in himself to actually attempt an empirical study of it.
And yet.... Angie Knight is amazing, a truly brilliant person and someone who seems to finally see Victor, who seeks his company when she needs to be with someone who understands. He feels the same way.
One of the things Victor has been thankful about Angie is that even though he usually has to save Angie from a bad date, Angie never questions the fact that she's never had to save Victor from one. Victor doesn't really get dating, he never has, and the way Angie talks about her bad experiences, Victor's pretty sure he's better off. He wouldn't be any good at it.
That brings him back to the initial thought. Everyone talks like romance and sex go together, like you can't have one without the other. Victor has little use for romance and even less for sex. But if he found someone who he could be with romantically, could he keep them without having sex?
Victor and Angie are not actually dating. Angie doesn't see him that way, and Victor knows he can't give Angie what she needs in a relationship. But he thinks he could try. If Angie looked at him the way he sometimes sees her check out guys when they are eating lunch or around campus, for Angie, he would try and maybe find some enjoyment in it.
He'd do his best to make it good for Angie at least. He at least knows exactly where the g-spot and clitoris are.
At that moment, Angie makes her way back from the bathroom and the way she looks at Victor is not the way he might want her to look at him. But she sees him, and that is plenty. She steals a few of his fries and goes back to talking about how boring her latest date was.
"You are many things, Victor Vale, but you are definitely not boring."
"I know," Victor smiles.
He's been called many things over the years, both by others and by his own mind. Off, broken, special. But he's not boring and Angie likes him. That's enough.