Pipit had never questioned his sexuality. Not once. He'd had his fair share of awkward moments, and interesting dreams, but never one that made him think 'hmm, maybe I'm gay'.
But that dream was different. He never imagined how warm it felt being wrapped up in a pair of strong arms. To be touched, explored by another man. A man who might know better than any woman what could really please Pipit.
He was even more surprised that he this very sudden, very unexpected dream he was having featured Groose. Sure, he was tall and strong, but didn't that hair style make him practically un-date-able? But the more the dream progressed the more sense it made.
Pipit had only ever been jealous of Link, for being so much the hero. Being the hero that Pipit had always wanted to be—but obviously wasn't cut out for. So it made sense he wasn't fantasizing about Link.
And there he was dreaming—and very aware that he was dreaming too—about Groose touching him. And he woke up with a start, touched his fingertips to his temple, and closed his eyes to try and wipe away the mental images.
He'd always said he had a thing for blondes, but it was becoming more and more apparent that he really had a thing for red heads.
Of course… Pipit still wasn't gay. And he wasn't about to get his face pounded in by telling the perfectly not-gay-Groose about that dream either.
It was just a dream, after all. He turned on his side and went back to sleep—never to dream about his underclassman again.