I felt my face heat up. “And for another?”
He looked sadder and shook his head a bit mournfully. “I actually amattracted to men. Or, at least, a man.”
I felt a butterfly loose in my stomach.
“Me?” I managed to croak.
He nodded. “You,” he said, pointing to me.
I frowned. “Was I the first?”
“First gay sex experience? Yes.”
I shook my head. “No. Am the first guy you were ever attracted to?”
He looked at me frowning. Then he shook his head minutely. Finally he shrugged.
“I just never thought about it, or did anything about, or wanted to really.” Then he looked shy. “Until—you.”
“In the shower—?” I began.
He shook his head. “I felt something for you from the moment I pulled you from the rubble. Even before I saw your face. Odd, really, eh? The curve of your shoulder. I thought you were a woman—or at least I thought I thought that—but really, thinking about it afterwards, I don’t think I thought anything like that—it was just—you.”