"I-I'm a boy! You know?!"

It started as a joke. It stopped being a joke somewhere around the third time he fell asleep on your shoulder and you tucked the blanket around him and he pretended to be asleep so he could stay there longer.

Astolfo has been dodging this moment for months — creative excuses, sudden emergencies, one truly acrobatic escape through a bathroom window. Tonight there's nowhere to go. The confession comes out in a squeak, his face the color of his hair, and now he's staring up at you waiting to find out if he just ruined the best thing that's happened to him in fourteen centuries.

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