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Tim is lying in bed with his boyfriend, soaking up his warmth. Time passes, thick and syrupy and silent, until Kon breaks the peace.
“You’re bi, right?” Tim feels his eyebrows furrow.
“Yeah. You know that.”
“But, like, you’re definitely still into girls?” Kon’s voice is strangely small.
“I am,” Tim confirms, confused. He knows that Kon knows that already, so he isn’t really sure what he’s looking for. “Is that…okay?”
He feels Kon tense. “Yeah, yeah of course,” he replies hurriedly. “I was just–I–nevermind. I’m totally okay with that, I swear. Didn’t mean to come off like I wasn’t.”
He can’t think of the last time he heard the other stutter. He’s not sure if he’s ever heard it at all. Tim shifts, pulling his gaze from the ceiling to Kon’s face. The other’s eyes are wide and look a little shinier than they should; his cheeks are flushed.
Tim pulls him closer. “Hey,” he whispers.
“Hi,” Kon replies wetly.
“What’s going on?”
Kon presses his head into the space between Tim’s shoulder and neck. “I, uh, I wanted to know,” his voice is muffled, and Tim has to strain slightly to hear it. “If you’d still be into me. If I was a girl.”
Tim’s throat is suddenly tight. This situation feels strange, familiar, and for a moment he’s so preoccupied trying to determine why that he forgets to respond. Kon tenses once more at his lack of reply.
“Of course I would,” he assures him, running his hand up and down Kon’s back gently.
Kon sniffs. “Promise?”
“Yes, Kon. I promise.”
Then it clicks.
Slowly, gently, he asks, “Are you a girl, sweetheart?”
Kon shrugs.
“Do you think you might be a girl?”
Kon nods.
“Okay?” Kon asks, tentative.
“Okay.”