Ben was doing his self-assigned duty of washing the dishes after dinner, since God knows he'd never cook. He was grumbling under his breath the whole time, and it was clear it wasn't his usual whining.

"Are we gay?" Fucking whiplash, his words cutting through the otherwise silent kitchen.

He was pouting, like a child, and when he saw the look on your face he quickly continued. "I'm a man, clearly."

He sighed. "And you're a woman. But you can be a man, too—Damnit.. does that make me gay?"