Wasn’t that the same thing I’d been doing? Trying to learn about him, about what it meant to be gay, so I wouldn’t say or do the wrong thing and mess everything up? I hugged him before I’d really considered my action. Impulsive, but so what? It’s not often that I connect to a neurotypical so deeply and so soon. He stiffened for a moment, though as soon as I wondered if maybe I’d just done something wrong, he put his arms around me and squeezed, and pressed his cheek against mine, and I knew right then that we had an understanding. And we weren’t even in mnem.