[And then his heart breaks, just a little. One of his almost-friends at the school, a girl slightly younger than him, told him once about "straight" girls and how freely they compliment and how it can feel like a knife in the gut. Men are not the same, he said, but now he understands.]

It does not sound weird. Simply - unfortunate. [He doesn't drink after the toast, seriously bad manners and (some say) bad luck, but he's suddenly lost the taste for it.] I am - I do not -

[He pulls both lips between his teeth this time, releases them with a sigh.]

- I have had interest from girls. But they do not interest me.

[There we go. Done.]