I looked at him, inhaling softly. "Hey, Scott?"

He looked over at me. "Yeah?"

I looked back at my lap, watching my fingers. "What... What does it mean to be asexual?"

He went quiet, eyes flitting about the scenery. "I... It's... It's... Gimme a sec." I watched him intently as he gathered his thoughts. "It's... Oof... It's, well, y'know how you aren't attracted to women?" I nodded. "It's kinda like that. Like, I don't get... Aroused by the thought or sight of someone. Male, female, or enby."

I gnawed on my lip, pondering his answer. "So, like, how... How do you... How do you decide who you want to have a romantic relationship with, then? If you aren't sexually attracted to anyone?"

Scott pauses again, thinking. "Well, it's a matter of who I find aesthetically pleasing. Like, females and non-binaries are okay, but I find males more pleasing to look at. It's nothing different from how anyone else finds someone to date."

I nod, meeting his eyes. "So... So you find someone aesthetically pleasing currently?" He sputters, waving his hands frantically.

"No- no- not at all..." He goes quiet, seeing me raise an eyebrow skeptically. He sighs. "Yeah..."

"Who?" I ask.

"You..."
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I dunno why I keep writing at one in the morning.

Inspiration strikes at random ass times.

Song: The Room Where it Happens - Hamilton (purely because I'm listening to it xD)

Love always,
Immortal-trash389