A brief, hardly discernible flicker of incredulity flashed over the young man's eyes, for which Faustino had no explanation. But it vanished in an instant, and he turned away from Faustino. "No," he said with an earnestness that Faustino found endearing. "How could I?"
When the man returned his gaze to Faustino, his eyes had a filmy shine to them, as if he were holding back a flood of tears. What's the matter, Cristian? Faustino chewed his lips carefully, wanting to address the question but knowing Cristian wasn't ready to open up—and could simply run away from him. "Well, some folks get very...nervous when they're among homosexual people." I was just wondering whether you are...one of them."
“No,” Cristian answered it again, gently shaking his head and looking down.
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