The first thing Tony realized when came to the next morning was that he had fallen asleep at his desk. Or, more accurately, the keyboard of his darkened computer. Groggily sitting up, Tony groaned and rubbed his head, wincing in pain. His neck, back, and everything really, was stiff and sore, from both his condition and spending the night on a desk. He also realized that the keys most likely left angry red marks on his scalp.

The next thing Tony realized was that someone had come during the night -or maybe someone had magicked in?- however they did it, there was a brand new, clean, although strange-looking outfit laid out on his untouched bed.

Standing up, Tony walked over to his bed, rolling his shoulders along the way. One hand rubbing his head, Tony brushed his fingers against the fabric of what looked to be a dark, burgundy tunic of some sort. It was cool to the touch, thick and sturdy as he rubbed it between his fingers. It felt like tweed- a fabric Tony liked to wear because it blocked out the light of his reactor during the night and was warm, thick, and weather resistant.

Besides the tunic were a pair of maroon leggings, a matching undershirt, an assortment of something like ropes or belts, a pair of lightweight pajamas, and another pair of grey pants, a grey tunic with a grey belt, and a white shirt.

It was an odd assortment of clothing, Tony thought, but he was literally surrounded by magic, so he didn't mind it at all. In fact, he felt grateful that Kamar-Taj had gifted him not only a room to himself, but also three full sets of clothing. Granted, it was only pajamas, and two Kamar-Taj uniforms, but Tony appreciated it nonetheless.

Tony shook his head to clear his thoughts and decided to try on the red outfit. He assumed it was a sort of uniform as he had seen others wearing similar outfits the night before. He quickly discarded the clothes from the day before and slipped on the shirt and pants. They were surprisingly comfortable- soft and lightweight, yet warm enough to sedate Tony's fear of the cold. Happy with the discovery, Tony wasted no time in completing the outfit, shrugging on the burgundy robes and wrapping the belts around his waist. At first, the belts were a bit of a challenge, but JARVIS helpfully provided an image of what it was supposed to look like and Tony took it from there.

Soon enough, Tony approached a mirror near his bed and stared at the strange new outfit. Turning in a slow circle (the robes covered his backside, but the belts definitely did a number for his ass, he thought with a smirk), Tony decided he liked the new look. The only thing left for him to do was find his comb and a pair of scissors. He liked the clothing, but he definitely did not like the recent growth of his hair.

Half an hour later and Tony was ready to leave the sanctuary of his room to rejoin the real world as a functional member of society. Or as functional as Tony Stark could get. Pulling on some nice tennis shoes he had brought (designer brand, of course), Tony stepped outside and locked the door with the key Hamir had given him, memorizing the tine details and patterns that made his door different from all the other doors in the outdoor hallway.

Confident that he could tell the difference, Tony nodded to himself, pocketed his key, turned around, and realized that he had never been told when the Ancient One would call for him. Pausing, Tony frowned, but decided to shrug it off and continue down the hallway, enjoying the warm air, soft breeze, and the sight of Kathmandu waking up. After he had escaped the Afghan cave, Yinson's sacrifice fresh on his mind, Tony had vowed to never break another promise. And he had promised himself he would explore every nook and cranny of the eastern Hogwarts, right?

With a new resolve, Tony began to walk, roaming the halls like a small, curious child. His end goal was the courtyard, where he had seen a majestical, foreign tree reaching out as far as it's branches would let it. However, after eighteen minutes of dead ends, weirdly placed walls, and way too many corners, Tony was forced to consult a kind-looking man in lavender robes walking in the opposite direction for help. Tony had to run to catch up to him as well as tap on his shoulder to get his attention. The darker-skinned man turned around at his touch and Tony swallowed.

"Um, hi, my name's Tony and I'm new here-"

The man gave a small smile. "You must be the newcomer everyone's been talking about. Stark, right?" He asked.

Tony nodded. "Yeah. Tony. Tony Stark. Like I said, I'm new here and I was wondering if you could tell me how to get to the courtyard. I'm... a little lost." He finished with a nervous laugh and one of his infamous smiles.

The other man nodded. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Mr. Stark. My name is Alihanie [Ah-lee-han-ie} Benson but you can call me Alie {Ah-lee}, if you'd like. And yes, I do know where the courtyard is. Follow me, Mr. Stark."

"Please, call me Tony." Tony said. "'Mr. Stark' makes me feel old." Alie chuckled, patting Tony's shoulder.

"Alright, Tony." He said, sounding amused. "Let's get you to the courtyard. Any.. specific reason?"

"Well, no, not really," Tony admitted. "I just want to explore a bit and get used to the place. If I'm going to be staying here for the foreseeable future, I should probably- augh-" Tony doubled over, caught off-guard by the sudden stab of pain originating from his gut, grimacing as he was forced to use the exterior wall for balance.

Alie stopped walking and looked back, concerned in his dark caramel eyes. "Tony?"

"I-I'm fine... I just-"

Out of the corner of his eye, Tony watched as Alie did some strange hand motions, an orange glow emitting from the large hands. With a kind glance and nodded consent, Alie placed his glowing hand on Tony's shoulder and suddenly, the pain stopped as soon as it had come.

Tony looked up in surprise, still leaning against the wall, panting as the phantom aftershocks of pain flooded through his stomach. "Wha-"

"That was a simple healing spell," Alie said with a smile, "that should take the edge off for a bit."

Tony just stared at him with wide eyes. "Will I-"

"Yes, you will learn. It is all part of Kamar-Taj and it is one of the first spells you learn."

Tony let out a low whistle. "Wow.."

"Yeah, I said that on my first day too. Pretty cool, huh?" Tony nodded, smiling. "Now, the courtyard?" Alie asked, holding out a hand to Tony; he took it gratefully and pushed himself off the wall.

"The courtyard." Tony agreed. Then he frowned, his mind whirring. "Actually... Does this place have a library?"

Ten long minutes of walking later (Tony hadn't realized Kamar-Taj was as big as it is) the duo reached the library and, ironically, the courtyard as well. Thanking Alie for everything and eventually swapping room numbers, Tony walked inside of the library. He was greeted by a blast of cool air and shivered slightly. His robes however, were warm enough that he felt safe. It was a weird sensation: the cold air on his face and hands, but not freaking out.

Grinning, Tony walked in, pausing to let his eyes adjust to the dim yellow glow inside. Once he could see past the open doors, Tony gasped. The library had sweeping walls, arching together in a colorful ceiling high above Tony's head. Thousands of books rested on dozens of bookshelves spread out across the large, open room. Tables and chairs were scattered around the floor, complete with sets of matching chairs and at least a dozen wizards (or whatever they were called) sitting around said tables, quietly reading, writing, or whatever else Dumbledore impersonations did. Tony swore he even saw a wizard staring at his phone.

A large, circular, dark mahogany desk sat in the middle of the large room, facing the door. An Asian-looking man sat at the large desk, silently scrutinizing the biggest book Tony had ever seen in his life.

Tony tore his gaze away from the book and silently closed the library doors, shivering slightly at the cool air still bombarding his face.

Tony warily walked towards the desk, making sure to keep quiet as he took in the sheer amount of books that only grew the further he walked. The billionaire cleared his throat as he reached the man, still heavily engrossed in his book.

"Hello?" Tony asked, wincing when his voice came out louder than what was appropriate in a public library. The man looked up, the focused look on his face morphing to annoyance, then recognition flashed in his eyes and he offered a friendly nodd.

"Hello. You must be Tony Stark. The Ancient One warned me you would come to the library. I didn't realize it would be so soon, but I am glad you are here." The apparent librarian said.

"Oh. Really?... I mean.. she did?" Tony asked, not really sure if he should be slightly concerned or mildly pleased that the Ancient One knew he would seek Kamar-Taj's knowledge.

"Yes. Said that you would most likely want to study your art before your first lesson." At Tony's blank (and slightly nervous) look, the librarian tapped his temple and said, "they have a way of.. reading people."

Tony swallowed, nodding. Surprisingly, not the craziest thing he's heard. "Alright."

The Asian librarian gave a terse nod. "So, Stark, how can I help you?"

"Well, first of all, you know me, but I don't know you. That's step one. Step two-" Tony started, gesturing to himself and the man in front of him before he was interrupted by said man.

"Wong."

Tony looked at him, dropping his hand. "Pardon?"

"My name is Wong. Nice to meet you, Stark. Moving on- step two?" Wong said.

Tony was silent for a few seconds before he cleared his throat and forced a small cough. "Call me Tony. Stark feels way too formal for this."

Wong rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure. Step two?"

Tony nodded once and squeezed his hands into fists, rocking back on his heels. "Do you have anything on healing spells?"

Wong didn't say anything, instead standing up with a quick jab of his head and leading Tony to a small section compared to the vast library, browsed for a few seconds, then selected a small book. "Beginners magic," he said, pulling the book out and tapping the cover, "what you are looking for should be in here." He held it out to Tony but upon the billionaire informing Wong that he didn't like to be handed things, the librarian set it on the floor for Tony to pick it up.

Thanking Wong, Tony leafed through it upon picking it up, frowning as he realized it was all in a weird, chicken scratch language he couldn't even comprehend. Wong seemed to notice this and he tapped the page Tony was on. "Sanskrit. How is yours?"

Tony looked up, bewildered. "I, uh, I'm fluent in Google Translate..?"

Wong huffed. "Good enough. I'm sure I have a book on Sanskrit: side by side translations, the alphabet, how each word sounds. It has to be in here somewhere..."

During his first two weeks at Kamar-Taj, Tony had managed to make a handful of friends, including the gentle, Ethiopian man, Alie, who had helped him with more than just a few directions, and Wong, the stoic librarian. He and Alie had gotten to know each other and grew closer, talking on a daily basis, even if their meetings were brief, though sometimes, they just hung out. Tony had also finally begun his lessons with the Ancient One about a week and a half into his stay. At their first meeting, Tony immediately found himself drawn to her by something like a motherly aura that shined in every gentle touch, soft words, kind smiles, and calm sense of mind. Because of this, Tony always felt safe and secure around them -like one would feel with a decent parental figure- and quickly formed a familial bond with her, although whenever Tony's pain spells wore off and he would wince, her demeanor quickly switched from a quiet, supportive yet strict mother to a doting, overprotective parent. It was a little overbearing sometimes, but Tony was grateful. It gave him a sense of security he never had as a child.

Around that same time, Tony found himself spending most of his free time in the Kamar-Taj library with Wong and his thousands of books. Tony found it peaceful and calming, as well as a place he could always find a friend a refuge from his mind. Along the way, Tony had also found the librarian's first name on an envelope he had left out: Benedict. The billionaire used Wong's first name for an entire day after that and the librarian retaliated by calling him 'Anthony' all the time. Tony had no clue how Wong had learned his full name, but he paid it no mind. Another plus side to the library was that it was always warm.

At the beginning of Tony and Wong's friendship, the genius found the librarian to be just a bit intimidating, but he soon discovered Wong's gentler side after Tony had had a small panic attack in the library a day after they met because it had started raining, Tony was trapped, and after having an off day, each tiny drop on his face plunged him into horrifying memories of waterboarding torture. Tony had nearly lost his mind trying to combat the memories, running to the nearest convenient shelter (which happened to be the library) and managed to get inside before he completely broke down.

After the incident, Wong had surprisingly comforted him and let him know that the library would always be open to Tony. The librarian had also promised that he would teach Tony a spell that would combat his PTSD and anxiety by keeping him warm. During that conversation with Wong, Tony had a fleeting image of Olaf, from Frozen, and the personal flurry he was given by Elsa at the end of the movie. The two eventually grew closer as well, to the point where Tony was able to brag that he was one of the few people who could actually make the stoic asian smile. Unfortunately, Tony had yet to make the older man laugh, but they were definitely getting there.

Stephen's first lesson had been interesting, to say the least, despite the fact that It mainly consisted of the Ancient One showing Stephen what the mystic arts were all about. The physical side, at least, the morning after his arrival, Stephen had checked out a few books from the library and studied as much as he could in the time available.

"The language of the mystic arts is as old as civilization. The sorcerers of antiquity called the use of this language 'spells'. But if that word offends your modern sensibilities, you can call it 'program'," The Ancient One said with an amused smile. "That program, spells, sorcery, whatever you may call it, is the source code that shapes reality. We harness energy drawn from other dimensions of the multiverse, to cast spells, conjure shields and weapons: to make magic."

Stephen stared at the golden/orange circle floating in midair, complicated designs decorating the surface of the circular shield of some sore that she had created while they were speaking. Stephen forced his gaze away from the magical… thing… and instead looked down at his hands. "But... even if my fingers could do that, my hands would just be waving in the air." Stephen looked up, motioning to the Ancient One's quickly dissipating object. "I mean, how do I get from here to there?"

The Ancient One raised an eyebrow. "How did you get to reattach severed nerves, and put a human spine back together bone by bone?" Her voice was calm and unwavering, as if they were asking what the weather was going to be like the next day.

Stephen answered almost immediately, quizzically looking at the smug-looking sorceress. How did her question relate to performing magic? "...Study and practice. Years of it." The Ancient One's smile grew, changing from smug to genuine. Stephen's eyes widened, his lips forming an 'o' shape as he realized he had just answered his own question. "Hey..."

The moment the lesson ended, Stephen stood up, thanked the Ancient One, and asked where the library was. He had found it from his 'dorm' but now he had no idea where he was. With another one of her infamous knowing smiles, she gave him directions and fondly watched him leave, still kneeling on their mat.

Stephen walked into the library, admiring the high ceiling and crammed bookshelves. Thousands upon thousands of pages of knowledge, Stephen thought, possibly as old as the Ancient One. Maybe older. Tearing his gaze from the ornate design on the ceiling, the ex-neurosurgeon approached the desk in the middle, four books clutched in his hands.

"Mr. Strange." A voice called out.

"Uh... Stephen, please." Stephen looked around, warily searching for the source of the voice when an Asian man emerged from between two bookshelves. Looking him up and down, Stephen gave him a questioning look. "And you are…?"

"Wong."

"Wong." Stephen repeated. The man say down behind the desk. "Just Wong? Like.. Adele? Or.. Aristotle." Wong sighed. "Drake. Bono."

Stephen heard a bark of laughter from behind a shelf. Distracted, he started- the library seemed to be empty when he had entered. Shaking his head, Stephen shrugged it off. He was literally in a modern Hogwarts, who knows what the walls contained. Stephen grinned. "Eminem."

Wong glared at him, pulling the books from Stephen's grasp with a bit of unnecessary force. "The book of the Invisible Sun… Astronomia Nova… Codex Imperium.. Key of Solomon…" the librarian looked up, raising an eyebrow. "You finished all of this? In two days?"

"Yup." Stephen said proudly, popping the 'p'.

Wong huffed, almost impressed, as he set the books on his desk and turned around. "Come with me."

"..alright." Stephen said, mostly to himself as he silently followed Wong to a section of the library where the lights were dimmed and the aging shelves sported thick, leather bound books adorned with aged spines, cracked and yellowed with years of use. They seemed to be well-loved, Stephen noted as he ran a finger down a row of books the width of his fist. So entranced with the hundreds of volumes, Stephen failed to notice the soft footsteps following him, just a few feet behind.

"This section is for Masters only, but at my discretion, others may use it." Wong stopped suddenly and gently pried a large book from the top shelf. "We should start with Maxim's Primer." The librarian handed the book to Stephen, who held it with an air of reverence. It was about as tall as his forearm, as wide as his outstretched hand, and as thick as two of his shaking fingers. "How is your Sanskrit?" Wong asked, eyeing the book in Stephen's hands as if the doctor was going to rip it up the moment it left the librarian's sight.

"Oh! Uh, I'm fluent in Google Translate." Stephen deadpanned.

Wong huffed again. "That is exactly what Anthony said when he first came here."

"Anthony?"

A slightly shorter man with an expertly trimmed goatee, brown, almost black hair, and warm, chocolate brown eyes appeared around the corner. "The whole part of shadowing someone is that they don't get discovered, Benedict."

Wong rolled his eyes. "Oh shut it. And what have I told you about following our students?"

Anthony huffed, folding his arms. "Well, I was curious! You can't blame me for wanting to see more of this handsome man."

Stephen's face flushed and Anthony smirked, shooting the doctor a wink that made his heart flutter. Wong only watched the interaction with a resting b-tch face.

"I hate you, Anthony Edward Stark."

Stephen looked up and stared at the shorter man. Why did the name 'Anthony Edward Stark' sound so familiar? Anthony put a hand over his heart, feigning a hurt expression. "Ouch, I thought we had something, Benedict Wong…"

Ignoring Anthony's comment, Wong turned back to Stephen. "Ignore him, he's a jerk."

"Hey!" Anthony yelped. "... how did you know my middle name?"

The librarian tapped the book in Stephen's hands, staring pointedly away from Stephen's 'shadower'. "Read it. Classical Sanskrit."

Anthony, who had realized he was being ignored, pulled a large book from a shelf opposite Stephen and was carelessly flipping through the pages, muttered offhandedly, "Sanskrit's hard."

"And yet you refuse to let me teach you." Wong finally shot back, leading Stephen once more through the library. Anthony quickly replaced his book on the shelf and followed the two. Stephen stopped suddenly as they walked past a wall of books, floating in little hexagonal patterns marked by chains and delicate-looking locks. He stared up at the top row, suspended at least three or four feet above his head. "What are those?"

"The Ancient One's private collection." Anthony supplied, right behind Stephen. Stephen jump and whirled around, only to be greeted by the shorter man's grinning face.

"OH My gosh- Don't do that!" Stephen hissed. Anthony grinned.

"He is, unfortunately, right. These are the Ancient One's private collection.

Stephen frowned, warily glancing at Anthony who had turned away and was examining the chain-bound books with the eagerness of a small child. "So they're forbidden?"

"No knowledge in Kamar-Taj is forbidden." Anthony nodded, poking a lock. "Only certain practices. Those books are far too advanced for anyone other than the Sorcerer Supreme." Wong explained. Stephen reached up and gently unchained an interesting looking book about a foot above his head. Leafing through it, he noticed something odd.

"This one's got pages missing." Stephen informed Wong, brows furrowing.

"That's the book of Cagliostro." Wong explained.

"The study of time." Anthony chimed in.

"Yes. And that one is missing pages because one of the rituals was stolen by a former Master- a zealot called Kaecilius- just after he strung up the former librarian and relieved him of his head." Stephen swallowed nervously, staring at the librarian. "I am now the guardian of these books." Wong noted proudly, "if a volume from this collection should be stolen again, I'd know it." The librarian's eyes glinted in the dim light. "And you'd be dead before you ever left the compound."

Wong turned and strolled toward the front of the library, leaving Stephen frozen and Anthony lingering by the bottom row. Stephen shook his head and practically threw the Book of Cagliostro into It's chains so fast one would think it burned him. Whirling around, Stephen followed Wong through the maze that was the library. At first it had seemed gorgeous, but now it felt almost sinister.

"What if it's just overdue?" Stephen called out to Wong. "You know? Any... late fees I should know about? Maybe, perhaps, uhm..." Stephen trailed off, realizing his joke had no effect to lighten the mood. "Uh, you know, people used to think that I was funny." Stephen exclaimed as Wong reached his desk.

Wong stopped to turn to the doctor, raising an eyebrow. "Did they work for you?" Wong asked, raising an eyebrow.

Stephen paused. "Alright. Well-"

Behind him, Anthony snorted. Stephen glared at the shorter man. "Really?"

Anthony shrugged, the never fading, cocky smirk still decorating his face. "What? That was funny."

"No, it wasn't-"

"Girls, girls, you're both pretty," Wong added. "But we all know I'm the prettiest, now shut up."

Stephen rolled his eyes as Anthony let out an indignant cry. "How dare you-"

"WELL, it's been lovely talking to you." Stephen said pointedly, staring at Wong who only grunted in response. Not only was Anthony being annoying, but he was also still slightly terrified of Wong's story and was quite frankly, desperate to get out. "Thank you for the books and for the horrifying story… and for the threat upon my life. Bye!"

Stephen tucked his new books under his arm and quickly walked out of the vast library, letting out a sigh of relief when the heavy doors slammed shut behind him. "Wow." Was all Stephen could say. "That was…"

"A lot?"

Stephen whirled around to see Anthony behind him, again. "What are you- what- stop doing that!" Stephen hissed.

"Sorry." Anthony muttered, but Stephen could tell he didn't actually mean it.

"What are you doing out here?!"

"Well, mister, it's a public place- am I not allowed to leave when I feel like it?" Anthony sassed.

"No, what are you really doing? You've been following me for half an hour." Stephen scoffed.

"Well, you are a very attractive person, for one, and two, I just wanted to say goodbye." Anthony said, giving Stephen an innocent smile.

"Oh my g-d, I hate you." Stephen exclaimed.

"Oh don't worry, the feeling is mutual." Anthony sniffed, holding out his hand. "Tony. Tony Stark. Wong just calls me Anthony in retaliation."

Stephen glanced from Tony's smiling face to his outstretched callused hand, then grasped it in his own as best he could for a handshake. "Stephen Strange. Doctor Stephen Strange. And, if you don't mind me asking, in retaliation to what?"

Stephen didn't think Tony's smile could get any wider as he answered, "me finding out his first name."

"Which is?" Stephen dropped his hand to his side, clenching it into a fist. Shit, that handshake was a bad idea.

"Benedict."

Stephen snorted.

"I know, right! He hates it though." Tony chuckled. "Anyways, what're you in for?"

Stephen gave Tony a confused look, the smile oh his face fading.

"Oh, that wasn't good, um, oh jeez, I'm sorry-" Tony started, panic tracing his features.

"No, no, don't be, it's okay, you just-" Stephen took a shaky breath. "You just took me by surprise."

"... okay. Sorry, I just, I didn't mean-"

"Hey, it's okay. It was a wrong time, wrong place, kind of thing. One of those flying alien things collapsed the wing of the hospital I was in. Got trapped in the rubble and tried to break my fall with my hands. Landed on some glass and who knows what else. Apparently a three story fall is enough to cause permanent nerve damage. That and golden hours for nerve damage went by before they found me." Stephen explained, staring at a black beetle-like insect scurrying around Tony's feet.

"Oh. I'm sorry."

Stephen shrugged. "It's okay." He said, still following the beetle's every move.

"You seem very… calm about all this." Tony noted.

Stephen didn't answer, instead opting for another question. "What about you? What's your story?"

Tony shot him a weird look, but it disappeared as he recounted his own story. "Got into a fight with a friend and drove away in a blind rage. Started raining when the sun went down and I wasn't paying attention to the road. Didn't see the semi truck until it was too late and, well, the rest is history." Tony opened his arms, motioning to the Kamar-Taj courtyard. "Toxins entered my bloodstream, the dashboard lodged itself in my chest. The only reason I didn't die instantly was the fancy smancy arc reactor I installed in my chest to counteract the existing shrapnel in my blood from Afghanistan. According to the doctors, I should have died like… three days ago, but I've been practicing some nifty healing spells Alie taught me. Literal lifesaver, that guy. Magic, amiright?"

Stephen started laughing, but something stopped him. "Wait… arc reactor? Shrapnel from Afghanistan?"

"Yeah…? What about it?"

Stephen made an 'o' shape as things clicked in his mind. "You're Tony Stark. From Stark Industries, right? You make the Avengers tech… and all those fancy Starkphones, right?"

"Yeah, I guess, but I kind of.. left so there's that." Tony huffed.

"Right. Well," Stephen let out a breath of air. "It was nice to meet you, Tony, but I have to go." Stephen motioned to his books. "Got a lot to learn."

"Alright, see ya around, Stephanie." Tony smirked.

Stephen pointed at Tony. "Yeah, no."

"Um… yes."

"Tony, no!" Stephen cried.

"Tony, yes!" Tony gave a mock solute as he retreated backwards to the library door. "Bye, Stephanie!"

Stephen shook his head, starting off in the general direction of his room. "Goodbye, Anthony."

"Touché."

Stephen chuckled, but as soon as he was out of sight, he breathed out a sigh. It seemed that all he could think about was Tony's dark, messy hair and warm, chocolate brown eyes. That and his insufferable smile. Stephen wanted to hate the man (why did he have to be so annoying) but on the other hand, he was actually really handsome with that jawline, goatee, those chocolate brown eyes…

Damn it.

Stephen ducked his head in an attempt to hide the blood rushing to his face when he remembered those dark, intelligent eyes looking him over, lighting up when he told a joke, excitement gleaming through countless, unnamed emotions swirling around in the depths of those eyes.

Stephen found his door and unlocked it, entering his room. Closing the door, Stephen pressed against it and sank to the floor. He groaned, books forgotten on the floor, as he buried his face in his shaking hands. He was definitely attracted to Tony Stark, that much was for sure, but he didn't know how to feel about that, or how he should process this information or even comprehend it.

He couldn't be attracted to Tony Stark. He couldn't be attracted to any man- he wasn't gay! Or, at least, he didn't think he was. He had been raised by christian parents, and although his parents were accepting of the LGBTQ+ community, he had always been told that liking men and boys was wrong.

And now, Stephen had pretty much fallen head over heels for a man he had literally just met.

Damn it is right.