Agatha. I try to remember if he's ever mentioned her before, but the name doesn't sound familiar. I get the impression she's a girlfriend, though. Or maybe an ex-girlfriend, it's kind of hard to tell.

And I know one person really doesn't mean anything, but I feel my heart sink all the same. Only for a second though.

He's still holding my hands, hasn't made any move at all to pull away and, even if it takes him a long time to speak again, there's enough uncertainty to give me a flicker of hope.

"Not knowing is okay," I tell him, giving him my best comforting smile as I squeeze his hands gently. "I think a lot of people don't know for awhile. I'm lucky there, I guess - I've known for years even if I haven't been able to really tell many people. I should've told you, though," I tell him with an apologetic grimace. "If, uhm. Like I said, we don't have to call this a date. But maybe... maybe if you'd like to sometime, we could have one. A real one. Dinner and a movie or a walk or I think there's a museum here I haven't gone to yet or, uhm. Or something. I haven't really ever been on one either so I'm not exactly an expert."