Cynthia was quite possibly the most attractive woman in Sinnoh. And she was kissing Paul. On the lips. But yet, Paul was not pleased. He didn't feel even the slightest bit of bubbly love.
Oh, no! He thought. Does this mean what I think it does? ! Paul just had to test his theory.
After the two had separated their faces, they just stared at each other. Suddenly, Ash innocently walked through the room. Paul ran over to him, grabbed him by the front of his shirt, and kissed him. On the lips.
Although Paul hated Ash with all his heart, especially after his latest defeat, he enjoyed kissing him. He liked the feel of his hands on another guy's chest, and the strength of Ash's arms as he wrapped them around Paul. Paul liked everything about kissing a guy – and this pleasure scared him. He couldn't be gay – could he?
As they broke away from each other, Ash was grinning like an idiot. "Love you, too, Paul," he slurred. Then, it dawned on him. He, Paul, had just kissed Ash Ketchum. On the lips. And he had liked it.
As Paul raked the knife through his blood vessels, he thought about why he was doing this. What he had believed his whole life, his training style, was wrong. Ash Ketchum had beaten him. He was gay. He had kissed Ash Ketchum and had enjoyed it. A lot. In fact, it was the most enjoyable thing Paul had ever experienced, besides cutting.
No wonder he had tried to kill himself.