"Speaking of things to talk about," Robin started, staring up at the ceiling from his place next to me on my bed—he had flat out refused to be put on the floor, and as the nice guy I am I offered up half of my bed to him. "How are things with you and Cynthia?" he asked.
I was a little taken aback by the question, I mean, why did Robin have an interest in my love life…or rather, lack of. "Fine, I guess. What do you mean?"
"I mean it was obvious you two were into each other when I first met you and I was wondering if you two had gotten together yet? I didn't really have the chance to ask between me kind of hating you and avoiding death," he chuckled dryly.
"Wait, she is and or was into me? How did I miss this?" I asked him.
"Because you have a very thick skull," he laughed. "I picked it up, and now I had to tell you? Jeez, Owain,"
"No, Cynthia and I are not together," I said.
"Do you wish you were?" he asked me.
"Where is all of this coming from?" I asked, answering his question with one of my own I was already tired.
He hesitated a moment "Just curious," he finally said. There was something Robin wasn't telling me, so of course I decided to confront him on it.
"What aren't you telling me, Robin?" I asked gently, not wanting to scare him off from the answer.
He sighed, "Owain, have you ever thought of, uh, playing for the …other team?" he asked so quietly I almost didn't hear.
"Well Robin, I've, uh, never really put that much thought into it, you know?" I asked, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly.
"No actually, I don't," he said dryly "I put a lot of thought into it. It's always at the back of my mind, reminding me that I'm not normal; in addition to the whole heart-of-grima thing. Gods, I've been dealt a rotten hand,"
I couldn't deny that. "It'll be alright, Robin. I'm sure you'll find a guy who'll make it all worthwhile for you," I said, trying to help and probably making it worse.
"And if I have?" he asked cryptically.
"Good for you?" It wasn't supposed to be a question but I was getting wary of where this might be heading. "You know, you never really answered my question. Why do you care so much about me and Cynthia?" I wasn't sure I wanted the answer.
He sighed again. "I care because I like you Owain. I wanted to know if Cynthia was going to be in the way…well more that your sexuality is, anyway," he told me.
I pondered that. "Robin," I began, unsure of where to start. "I told you I never put much thought into my sexuality. That's true…I've always assumed I liked girls but now that I think about it….well, maybe the reason I never noticed Cynthia liked me was because I wasn't into her." I let that sink in.
"So…you're saying that you think you might be gay…or interested in me…I got a little of both out of that…" he trailed off.
"That's exactly what I'm saying," Robin rolled on top of me so that he could look into my eyes.
"About me or being gay?" he asked, clearly afraid of what I was about to say.
"Both," he sighed audibly in relief. Then he touched his hand gently to the side of my face, and I felt his lips brush against mine softly. He blushed and looked away. I took his face gently in my hands and kissed him gently.
Just then Robin let out a yawn. I was already really tired and I knew it had to be late
"Alright, it's time for the scion of legend to go to bed," I said. He looked at me and yawned again. He put his head in between my head and shoulder and fell asleep there. I stroked his hair as he slept and sometime later fell asleep myself.