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Qubit ([personal profile] superposition) wrote in [community profile] redshiftlogs 2021-06-16 01:55 am (UTC)

[ Qubit leans back against the chair, pulling in a deep breath. In a way, it's a relief - though really, if Carlisle was willing to stick with him after learning about all the murders, it'd be a bit incongruous for his sexual orientation (or lack thereof) to be the dealbreaker. Not unheard of, but incongruous.

Come to think of it, with respect to love and sexuality, he hasn't the slightest idea where Carlisle's cultural baseline lies, does he? That might be something he should ask about. Not right now, though, obviously, it'd be far too awkward right now. Anyway, then he'd probably have to explain how it's treated on Earth, and that gets ugly real fast. For the moment, at least, he's content to know Carlisle himself wouldn't have taken issue with it if he had been in love with Tony.

... But he still wasn't, for the record. That isn't just Qubit protesting too much. The idea of him and Tony - he can't picture it at all. He can't even picture wanting that - wanting him. There was no jealousy, no desire to have him all to himself, or even to be the one who knew him the best -

No, Qubit wasn't the one enamored with him.

Nevertheless, Tony was undeniably special to him. It's what that means, exactly, that he has yet to unpack. ]


... There may be a grain of truth to that. You're the first person I've told all this. Nearly two years ...

[ He sighs, shaking his head. Better late than never, he supposes. ]

I did... deeply admire Plutonian, once. Idolized him, even. But I think - if there's anything I was in love with, it was the idea of him. Not who he was, but what he represented.

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