“Why did you punch Dallas Kent?” Ilya laughed. “Many reasons.” “I know, but why exactly did you punch him? Because I thought it was because he insulted you by saying that you were, like, gay. Or whatever. But then you took me to a gay bar, so I’m pretty confused right now.” “I did not punch Kent because of that. I am not so fragile.” “Oh. I just thought, because most hockey players would rather be accused of murder than be accused of liking dick—” “I am not most hockey players.” There was an edge to Ilya’s tone. “And I have not ever said I was straight.”
