"I never would have thought--I mean, you don't look like a homo--" Ryah stumbled over his words. There wasn't any indication, from when they had first met. Drake didn't give off any gay vibes. He didn't have a lisp or a limp wrist. He didn't even act very effeminate. Though the way he was dressed right now, half naked in those short little boxer-briefs that didn't leave much to the imagination.<br/><br/>Ryah, for all that he knew, for all that he'd seen in the world, knew nothing about this sort of thing. There weren't many openly gay people that ran in his circles. In fact, he knew exactly no one, so navigating these waters was a new experience for him. Though to be fair, it felt more like drowning than navigating. Back home, these sort of things weren't talked about, much less acknowledged.<br/><br/>"Isn't... Isn't it wrong? To feel that way about another man?" He asked, voice wavering just the tiniest bit.