"I guess." Charles' confidence twisted into doubt. "Is that weird for you? I'm up to date on my tests. I can show the papers if-"
"No, you don't have to." I move to sit on the edge of the bed. "This just isn't something I usually do."
He smiles. It's warm like before. "That's fine. No rush." He sits beside me. "Do you want to talk first? You seem like the type."
"It's that obvious?" I sigh, "I just need to know a few things."
"Okay. Shoot."
"Do you do drugs? Are you out? Do you care that I'm black?"
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