（ it's a thoughtful sound, said as he makes room for sasuke against his side, lifting an arm so he can scoot under it, lowering it again across his shoulders once he's settled. ）
Maybe I used to once — I don't remember if my world was like yours or not, originally, you know? But somewhere along the way I stopped caring about that. Like, love me a good set of tits and all, but a body's just a place the soul stays for a while, to get all existential about it. I like people because they're kind, or clever, or they care about injustice, or they're survivors, or poets. The way that they treat the lowest members of society when they think no one can see them. I care about the books they've read, the sunsets they've seen, the way they like their food or wear their hair or draw little shapes in the frost of a glass window. Those things aren't anchored to one physical sex over the other.
（ his hand slips inside sasuke's shirt, just tracing along the line of his collarbone absently. ）
But I've also had a long time to figure that out about myself, and it's not necessarily a 'better' or truer way of being, you know? People have preferences for a reason. Sexuality isn't a binary, it's a pretty broad spectrum. I've known men who mostly liked men, but were still into a very specific woman or type of woman — and I've known men who thought they were straight until they met a man they just really clicked with, but they've never been interested in another guy before or since. Same with women. Straight people exist too, I guess, but in places where there's bigotry against The Queers that one's harder to pin down, because you never know who's straight because they're actually straight, or who's straight-presenting because they can't accept another part of themselves, or they're afraid, or whatever else the barrier to entry might be.
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（ it's a thoughtful sound, said as he makes room for sasuke against his side, lifting an arm so he can scoot under it, lowering it again across his shoulders once he's settled. ）
Maybe I used to once — I don't remember if my world was like yours or not, originally, you know? But somewhere along the way I stopped caring about that. Like, love me a good set of tits and all, but a body's just a place the soul stays for a while, to get all existential about it. I like people because they're kind, or clever, or they care about injustice, or they're survivors, or poets. The way that they treat the lowest members of society when they think no one can see them. I care about the books they've read, the sunsets they've seen, the way they like their food or wear their hair or draw little shapes in the frost of a glass window. Those things aren't anchored to one physical sex over the other.
（ his hand slips inside sasuke's shirt, just tracing along the line of his collarbone absently. ）
But I've also had a long time to figure that out about myself, and it's not necessarily a 'better' or truer way of being, you know? People have preferences for a reason. Sexuality isn't a binary, it's a pretty broad spectrum. I've known men who mostly liked men, but were still into a very specific woman or type of woman — and I've known men who thought they were straight until they met a man they just really clicked with, but they've never been interested in another guy before or since. Same with women. Straight people exist too, I guess, but in places where there's bigotry against The Queers that one's harder to pin down, because you never know who's straight because they're actually straight, or who's straight-presenting because they can't accept another part of themselves, or they're afraid, or whatever else the barrier to entry might be.