I dropped Lainey off back at her hotel after we left the bar, and then headed home. I didn't like driving after drinking, so I didn't drink because I knew that I was going to be driving. When I got home, I could see through the window that the lamp in the living room was on. So, either Alex was still awake or he had fallen asleep on the couch. It was pretty late, after all, so I guessed that he might have. I went inside quietly and hung up my leather jacket in the front hall next to a couple of our hoodies. Then I went into the living room.
Alex was lying on the couch, and it looked like he was asleep. I felt like I should bring him into his room, but I knew if I attempted to move him he'd definitely wake up. I stood over him for a minute or so, debating about something I'd been thinking about all night. Lainey was the one who brought it up.
"You know," she has said, "I think you two would be good together."
She was the only person who I've ever told about me being pansexual.