“I won’t.”
“What?” she says.
Ryan takes a deep breath and says, “I won’t have kids. I’m gay.”
She stares at him. Her jaw is actually slack; she quite clearly did not see this coming in the slightest. And though he should find the gravity of the situation too much to find it funny, her expression is rather priceless, and Ryan can’t help the childish snort that escapes.
She jumps, and smiles awkwardly, and says, “You’re gay?”
“Yes,” Ryan says.
“When…when did you figure that out?” she asks.
There’s a question. Ryan can’t admit to knowing all along, because he didn’t. He can’t say that he knew the moment that he met Alex, because he didn’t. Hell, until very recently, he wouldn’t even have admitted to having a crush on the boy, let alone being in love with him.
But it’s different now, and he’s not sure when that happened.
“It’s…been a realisation in progress,” he says, sounding just like his father for a moment, and they both snigger guiltily.