“No.”
“Are they someone I’d know? Like, someone famous?”
“No,” Don said, but he said it a second too late, because he was considering the question: Raine wasn’t famous, exactly, but had been in the news, and that name was recognizable…
“So they are someone famous!”
“Not exactly. It’s just…I said complicated, okay? We’re…working some stuff out.”
John looked at him thoughtfully, head on one side.
Don sipped cider, buying time: braced for more teasing.
But his older brother only leaned over to nudge him gently with an elbow, no force. “It’ll be okay, you know.”
Don blinked at him, confused.
“Seriously,” John said. “I mean, I’m not exactly the best person for general dating advice, what with the whole demisexual thing and all. But you’re a good guy, and I’m guessing anyone you decide
