"What? No," Noah says, a little offended Freddie would even think that. For one thing, it would make him a huge hypocrite. For another, he'd like to think his own pettiness doesn't involve biphobia. "I like girls, too, remember?"

"And I'm not getting weird," he adds, finishing his wine and setting the empty glass on the end table behind him. He knows that's not exactly the truth, though, and obviously he's crappy at hiding it. He turns his attention on Freddie's foot, rubbing it with both his thumbs in a lame attempt at distracting him from the topic. "How's this?"