Carlos sits Cecil down on their second date, gushing out a sigh.
“Cecil, I care about you a lot, but I need to tell you something.”
“Okay?" Cecil says with a questioning lilt.
"I… I care about you a lot, but I’m asexual." Cecil blinks in confusion and Carlos goes on quickly, stumbling over the words as he explains that it means he doesn’t feel sexual attraction. He thinks Cecil’s handsome and wonderful, but he’s squeamish about the body, and he can’t see himself having sex, and he’s really sorry if that puts a damper on anything Cecil has in mind for them.
Silence falls in between them and Cecil just… quietly smiles, tension leaving his shoulders as things fall into place, his coppery fingers reaching out to curl about Carlos’ darker hand. "Oh,” he says quietly, breathlessly, “I thought I was the only one.”