Henry Cheng

"Oh, there's hardly gossip," Henry said, looking into his coffee and trying to not flush. Then--and he still didn't think it qualified as gossip--he said, "We went for a hike, and the New Years, apparently, was a second time. And he's decided that I get to pick the third. I think, before that, he and I need to have a discussion about what qualifies as a date, because I've taken him out a couple other times, but those were before he asked if he could take me out?"

Henry sighed, long suffering, and looked up at the ceiling of Goodnight's apartment. Behind him, Mercutio Beau whined softly in agreement. "Things are so much easier when it's just casual sex."