Death Breath belongs to RobinxZatanna.
"Hey Flick, what's up?" Seether asked, sitting down next to the Romanian on the roof of the house. The thirteen year old was playing with the frayed edges of his orange fingerless gloves, staring at the quarter moon. "Something on your mind kid?" Flick looked over at his surrogate older brother, who had a book in hand; the black haired ex-test subject had abandoned it an hour ago for a lack of insperation. "Come on dude you know you can talk to me. You're one of my little brothers, more or less. Thinking 'bout your parents?" He shook his head. "Then what?"
Flick thought of how he could word his question, "Seether, how did you know you like men?"
"I don't really remember, been a while. I guess when my friend kissed me and I liked it, why? Thinkin' you might swing both ways?" Seether joked, looking through Flick's drawings. "Oh. You think you like..."
"Fratele tāu, da, but I don't even know if I even like guys," Flick admitted, looking out to the horizon.
Seether nodded, understanding what he meant. "You don't have to like guys to like a guy. My friend, Austin, straightest guy I know, been with his boyfriend for three years. They were best friends before they hooked up," Seether explained. "My little brother bats for both teams, not as much as I do, but he does none the less. If you just talk to him about it, maybe you'll figure it out Flick." The werewolf rubbed the mass of black hair, earning him a soft punch to his rib. "And, by the way, those are really good. Aleous draws too, not at good as you though." Seether got up and walked back down from the roof. Flick knew he was right; he should just talk to Aleous.