Duke & Raleigh

"What do you think?"

"You look good."

"Good? Is that all? Not hot? Sexy? Desirable?"

"Yes to all those."

"But... You're not even looking."

"I am. And I'm telling you, you look so amazing right now."

"... Thanks."

"And if we weren't getting ready to go to Jasmine's, I would totally fuck you right here, right now in those—"

"Hot pants."

"They certainly are."

"Oh, my God, stop. Hahaha!"

"What? You started it. Ha."

"I... um. I also wanted to ask you something... ... ... Do I look gay?"

"What?"

"Do I look gay?"

"Babes, you are literally standing in fishnets, booty shorts, and a harness opposite a guy you've been fucking for the past six months. That's pretty gay to me."

"... Sorry."

"For what?... Hey, now, what's brought all this on?"

"I just... I'm trying to claim my masculinity. And my gayness. But right now, I just feel very... I don’t know? Invisible? A bit ... straight, even? Which is fine—just not me. And...and... I think I'm just having a very bad dysphoria day."

"Duke... Listen to me. Right now, in this room, you are the gayest-looking person I've ever seen. And I could not be prouder of that."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Thanks. I love you."

"I love you too."

"Do you want to go even gayer?"

"Yes, please."

"Let's do that."