@eldritche
PETE NEVER EXPECTED this to happen. To be sat on a necromancer's couch, tea clutched in his hands, ready to recap the extremely homosexual date he'd been on no more than 24 hours before. Life really has a way about it, huh? A mere two months ago Pete would have recoiled at the idea of openly discussing gay shit, but now thanks to Orpheus--
" Yeah, I mean- he was cute! Sorta campy, not really my type. But.. cute, yanno? " White shrugged into his tea, gaze wandering around the various books and decor lining the walls (eye contact? No thank you. Not when he was talking about his type). " You were so right, though. He really was a good starter date. Totally put things into perspective, like- it really isn’t all that intimidating when you sit and realize we are all just as clueless when it comes to this sort of thing. "
Orpheus had done the impossible. He’d achieved what scores of people throughout White’s life had set out to and yet could never quite nail down. Dr. Byron Orpheus, in all his wisdom, in all his patience, had finally gotten the world’s most stubborn (or was it lazy?) albino out of the closet and into the dating pool. It was just Pete’s luck that the only guy he had an eye for was the very man playing cupid puppetmaster.
