[ It's enough. Enough to break through that cloud that seems to have settled. He laughs and turns his head towards him, letting go of his hand only to give him a shove. ]

Yeah yeah alright Renoir, whatever. You weren't much better yourself you know.

[ his next words come without much in the way of preparation, like he's finally found a way to say something, and does while he has the chance ]

It wasn't just sex. It isn't just sex. I like you, Nate. But it's not men. I'm not gay, and that's not me having a go again, I mean it, it's not. It's just you.