A/N: I had to write this one, because… Well, as a bisexual, it bothered me that bisexuality was never even an option that was mentioned in the book, despite how frequently Simon worried about his orientation. The only reason I could think of was that somebody didn't know it existed—either Rainbow Rowell (which I really doubt), or Simon. So now this exists.

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Baz:

I tap my foot and take another sip of my drink. I wish Snow would hurry up.

I understand why he's taking so long, though. These sessions with his therapist are important. He's been doing a lot better since he started them, and I don't begrudge him the time it takes to feel better. I always wait out here just in case he needs the support, though, and it gets very boring.

Simon tried to invite me to join him for a few sessions, but I didn't want to intrude. I don't want to stop him from talking about anything he might need to. After all, I'm sure it can't be easy to date your vampire ex-roommate and –enemy. He's been amazingly patient with me when things get rough, and if he needs to vent to someone else, then he should. Even if he's not talking about me, everyone has their secrets. I won't make him share all of his with me. If he wants to, that's his choice, and I won't influence it.

Just as I reach for one of the sweets from the bowl on the table, I hear his bedroom door open. I drop my hand and lean back on the couch, trying to look like I've been more patient than I have.

Snow bounds out, the level of excitement on his face bringing puppies to mind. Or maybe it's the fact that his tail is actually wagging.

"I finally figured it out!" he shouts, falling onto the couch next to me.

"What's that, then?" I ask, taking his hand and smiling a bit.

"I'm bisexual!"

I can't help it. I try not to laugh, but I choke on it a little. "You just figured that out? We've been together for two months!"

He looks down, sheepish. "Well, yeah, but… I didn't even know that was a thing. I thought you were either gay or… Not. And my therapist wouldn't let me talk about my…," he blushes and continues on, clearly quoting her, "'sexuality crisis' until we'd worked through the things that she thought were more important. She was right, I guess; there have been bigger things to worry about, but it was bugging me this whole time."

"And here I thought you were just thinking your feelings for Agatha weren't real, and that's the only reason you were confused," I say, chuckling. "You've really never heard the word 'bisexual?'"

"No. And Agatha might have been faking how she felt about me, but I know I really did have feelings for her." He must see something in my expression, because he rolls his eyes and adds, "Past tense, Baz." He squeezes my hand as if to reassure me, but it's not necessary. I don't get jealous anymore when he talks about Agatha.

Really.

"So are you satisfied now that you know?" I ask.

Simon thinks for a moment, then nods, a curl falling loose over his forehead. "I guess it doesn't seem that important when you think about it. It's just a word, really, but it's nice to know that this isn't just another way I'm different from everyone else. Being the Insidious Humdrum and having wings and a tail are enough, I think." He laughs, but it's a little bitter.

"Are you sure? I think it's a bit boring," I joke, prodding one of his wings. It works; he laughs, even if he's cringing at the same time.

"You're terrible."

"You love it."

"I do," he agrees, eyes softening. "I love you."

Logically, I'm fairly certain my heart doesn't beat. It doesn't stop the phantom pain I get there every time he says that. I will never get enough of it. "I love you, too."

"Does it bother you that I was confused all this time?"

It does, just a bit, but I don't know why, so I shake my head.

"It has nothing to do with you, Baz. Ever since that night in the forest, I have known how I feel about you. I have never been confused about that. I have never considered leaving you."

There's that twinge in my chest again. I don't know how to answer that sincerely. I don't know how to let Simon know how much that means to me. I'm usually good with words, but he takes them all away from me. "Good. I wouldn't let you." That's the best I can do.

"I'm glad we're agreed, then," he says, kissing my cheek. His smile is blinding.

I wrap my arms around him. "So, are we going out tonight, or staying in?"

"In, I think," he says, pulling his legs onto the couch and leaning into me more.

"I thought so. I'll cook." He hums happily, and I smile, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. I'll make all his favorites tonight, as soon as I can pull myself away from him. Dinner can wait a while.