"Him," he said. "Yes. Is that a problem for you?" He said it in his gentlest and most impeccably polite tone, which meant that he was guarding himself. For all of its many and varying forms of chaos, Darrow had provided an environment in which the ways he chose to love were seen as normal. He had a horrifying moment of self-loathing that he hadn't had since he was a teenager. It faded and was quickly replaced by a reminder that nothing was wrong with him but certainly someone else might think so.
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"Him," he said. "Yes. Is that a problem for you?" He said it in his gentlest and most impeccably polite tone, which meant that he was guarding himself. For all of its many and varying forms of chaos, Darrow had provided an environment in which the ways he chose to love were seen as normal. He had a horrifying moment of self-loathing that he hadn't had since he was a teenager. It faded and was quickly replaced by a reminder that nothing was wrong with him but certainly someone else might think so.
"I prefer the company of men."