Christy nodded.
Tell him. Tell him, you idiot.
Lawrence cleared his throat and ran a hand over the back of his neck and tried to be absolutely sure he had understood what Christy was asking, and then find some words. He couldn’t.
“Do you prefer men?” Christy blurted, eyes shining with what looked terrifyingly like adoration. “Do you, could you…like me?”
Lawrence’s mouth was definitely hanging open.