“This isn’t about you, anyway,” Barnaby said. “This is about me and Nathan.”
“Right, and from the sound of it, there is no you and Nathan.”
That hurt. He ducked his head.
“I’m sorry, Barnaby. I’m not trying to be cruel. It’s just from what you’ve said, it sounds like he’s not interested in anything long-term with you.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. And why would he be anyway?”
“Hey.” Darrell touched his hand. “What do you mean?”
“He’s said several times I’m not his type. Remember that day I came in looking all different? More like you.”
“Sure.”
“I was trying to get Nathan’s attention.”
“Oh, I wondered.”
He shook his head. “But it didn’t work. He didn’t like nerdy Barnaby any better.”
“I know it sucks when someone you are interested in doesn’t feel the same way, but put this into perspective. There are a lot of gay men out there panting over you. Lots of us envy you.”
Barnaby nodded, but he didn’t care about any of those men. He only cared about Nathan.