“So, is he gay, or...” “Yeah. He told me last night.” “Seriously?” “Weird thing for a hockey player to lie about, so I assume he’s actually gay, yes.” “So what we know,” Vanessa said, “is that he liked you enough to go to your recital when you were both teenagers, he remembered you after thirteen years, he went to your show last night, he carried your gear home, and he’s totally gay.” “Right.” “That,” Marcus said, “is fucking romantic.” “That,” Fabian corrected him, “is not anything.”
