‘I think I might be … asexual. And also aromantic. Both of them.’ Sunil stopped walking. ‘Yeah?’ he said. ‘Uh … yeah,’ I said, looking at the floor. ‘Um. Don’t really know what to do about that.’ Sunil stayed very still for a moment. Then he moved, his arm dropping away from me and turned so that he was standing directly in front of me. He put his hands on my shoulders and bent a little so that our faces were level. ‘There’s nothing to do, Georgia,’ he said softly. ‘There’s nothing to do at all.’
