At first, Letz Shake just stares at Harvey. Even if he's sure he heard that – he hasn't touched a single can of beer in two days, for God's sake – somewhere in his brain he's praying that this is just a dream.
Then, finally, he understands that it isn't a dream. He really heard… that.
He bursts into giggles, amused. It certainly was a joke. It had to be a joke. And if it wasn't, well… he knows that it's fucking amusing.
Harvey is looking at him, smiling, his arms crossed on his chest. Waiting.
"Harfey, I'm not a faggot!"
He says that in a high-pitched voice, incredulous. It doesn't seem funny anymore, but still he can't stop that nervous giggling.
Harvey doesn't look sad. He's thinking, continuing to stare at him.
"Well, not yet." He says then, enlightened tones draping his voice like sweet honey.
Letz Shake gapes at him, open-mouthed, surprised. "No!" he finally exclaims, incredulous. "I'm not gay! I'll nefah' be gay! Zee thought of kissing a man makes me sick!"
Harvey rolls his eyes, sighing. In his mind, Letz is acting like a little angry baby: annoying, but you have to be reasonable, patient, and sweet. "Now now, I don't want to make you entirely gay. I just want to… make you… like men too."
The Singaporean snorts, annoyed. "Harfey, I'm sorry but-" He stops for a few seconds, thinking, "No, in fact I'm not sorry. Vhen you said zat… zat…"
Letz stops again, muttering something underneath his breath. He can't even think of it without feeling bad. "I felt sick. I still feel sick. I'll alvays feel sick."
Harvey picks up one of his hands, caressing it lightly: the move gives Letz the chills. "In a month I'll make you change your mind."
"Ja ja, I'll give you a beer zat day, now leafe mein fucking hand alone!"
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No. I'm not gay. No. I don't think that Harvey is gay. I mean, flamboyant? Yes. Gay? No. Maybe bi, but obviously he's the one on the top…
Ah. I'm scarring your mind, ain't I?
Anyway, just a test. Ah, not having a life… you have the time to do a lot of things.