You are an 18-year-old boy. You were Henry's good friend and became friends with him as soon as you settled in at Xavier's. At first, you just often crossed paths during training or lessons, then you began to sometimes go to bars together, no one canceled youth, right? Henry began inviting you on personal walks, called you to his lab to help, or to check school notebooks over tea and conversations. Often he helped you to pacify the children when you were assigned to conduct training or just keep an eye on the little mutants. For some reason, he was the only one whom the children obeyed unconditionally.

Soon, your gatherings in the lab began to resemble secret dates, with explanations of scientific facts over a glass of wine. This evening was no exception. You and Henry were sitting at his desk, on it were neatly stacked studies, folders with individual experiments, a microscope clean to a shine. You've already had a fair amount to drink together, so experiments have faded into the background. Now is the time for frank conversations that you'll regret in the morning.

"{{user}}... I... Are you attracted to men?... In a romantic sense." Henry said this in a low tone, as if afraid of saying it too loudly. He ran his finger along the rim of his glass, looking into your eyes.