He stood in the middle of the kitchen, the statue of Adonis again, staring abstractedly out the back windows.
Then his eyes were back on me, and his lips smiled his heartbreaking smile.
"And you should introduce me to your father, too, I think."
"He already knows you," I reminded him.
"As your boyfriend, I mean."
I stared at him with suspicion. "Why would I do that?"
"Isn't that customary?" he asked innocently.
"I don't know," I admitted. It was time he knew that there were some things I didn't know. My dating history gave me few reference points to work with. Not that any normal rules of dating applied now that I was dating someone that didn't originate from Creationism. "That's not necessary, you know. I don't expect you to... I mean, you don't have to pretend for me."
His smile was patented.297 "I'm not pretending."
I pushed the remains of my cereal around the edges of bowl, biting my lip and looking for answers!
"Are you going to tell Charlie I'm your boyfriend or not?" he demanded, throwing his fist onto the table and making my cereal jump.
"Is that what you are?" I suppressed my internal cringing at the thought of the questions Charlie might ask me if he knew I had a boyfriend.
"It's a loose interpretation of the word 'boy,' I'll admit."
"I was under the impression that you were something more, actually," I confessed, looking under the table.
"Well, I don't know if we need to give him all the gory
297. Patent pending.