“You really were obsessed with me, weren’t you? I can’t believe you didn’t know you were gay.” “I’m not gay,” Simon says. Immediately. I stop and turn back to him. “Oh. I’m sorry. I suppose, I mean—” We’ve never really talked about this. I’ve just assumed … I don’t know what I’ve assumed. “Are you bi, then?” “What?” He looks put off. “No.” “Well…”
