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Lasher's silence stretched on and Dante recounted his words, wondering if among then had been a phrase to offend or harm. A niggling doubt entered him, but he did not rise to it, for he could not deny the truth. And the truth was that he, at this time, felt unable to claim such a thing for another. He knew it was not gender preference that held him back, but an internal wall that seemed impossible to breach.

He did not know what romance was. He had never experienced it, never touched nor tasted it, and it was hard to imagine something never seen. Hard to miss it as well. There was no emptiness to fill so he did not seek to do so, for why would he fix what was not broken? Not sure what prompted him to do so, he apologized, voice subdued. "I'm sorry. That answer... it is not the best." But it was a rather simple truth. "Perhaps you are right." He could not say for sure, nor did he have any clear picture of who it would be with, for he had no friend who ranked so clearly above the others. Perhaps Lasher had an image, but it was not one Dante shared.