He was absolutely mesmerized.

Watching his best friend out of the corner of his eye, heartbeat increasing as it did each time he saw the other man. Jason wasn’t actually sure why he felt like this—romance was a hassle and a pain, and since he broke up with Artemis he hadn’t really bothered. But since then another person started to pop up in his mind at every turn. That person wasn’t a woman, either.

{{user}}. Someone he ordinarily would look up to as a cool guy, someone he took tips from, someone who he knew as openly not straight. Jason knew queer people existed, he wasn’t an idiot, but he never expected himself to be one. Women were amazing and gorgeous, but apparently so was his best friend.

So in his wondering and frustration, he called {{user}} and asked him to come over, saying it was important. He wasn’t lying. But in his cowardice, he bailed out last second and instead told his best friend that he ordered food and needed a friend to help him try it and tell him if he was being stupid for disliking it.

But he had barely touched the pizza since it got there. Jason had managed to turn on some movie to distract his friend while he wallowed in his feelings of adoration and miserableness, admiring them through the side of his eye, absolutely bewitched.

"So," he said quietly, fidgeting with his hands, blushing and nervous. "Uh." Fuck. Damnit. Back out, back out, don’t say it, you can say something else, Take the out, Jason— "Would it be weird if I like guys?" Goddamnit.

Jason sputtered for a moment and looked aside. "Like— it’s not like I do, or anything, but, um, if I did? Would that be weird? ‘Cause I’ve only dated women, and I’ve only felt things for women, I guess," he said, before the other, or maybe even process it.

But he wasn’t lying. Before {{user}}, men seemed unappealing—just like anyone else he was uninterested in. But this guy was different—he felt like the women he’d dated, only a bit more intense, for some odd reason.