Andy found it hard to sleep after the incident. For a while, he lay in bed with his eyes closed but his mind buzzing, like something inside had come loose. A valve. Leaking into where it wasn't supposed to be. It was nothing like that, of course. He'd have shut down by now if it were that. 

It wasn't particularly late. He had gone up earlier than usual for a shower, and could now hear it running again. When it stopped, he tried again to sleep, but instead found himself listening to each movement across the hall, thought about the question Remington had asked about his sexuality. 

It was true, the answer he gave. He'd never considered it, never worried that if he didn't know, something would go wrong. It was like Remington had said. Whatever his sexuality, he was just him. 

He thought about the things he felt for the people he'd met. Remington, Emerson, Sebastian, Larisa, Shy, and all of their friends. He thought about what his first impressions had been. That Emerson was intelligent and kind, that Sebastian was a little close-minded but cared deeply, that Larisa loved Sebastian and anyone who he loved, that Shy was similar in this way, but nicer, he thought. 

And Remington. His first impression of Remington was that he was the most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen. Sometimes, he believed that the scientists who had made him had forgotten to prepare him for such a beautiful person, had instead programmed him for the usual pretty but normal humans. Remington was not just pretty. He was something else, something Andy couldn't find the words for. 

He hadn't noticed the shower was off until there was a soft knock on his door, and Remington called, "You okay?" 

Andy opened his eyes. He knew if he didn't give a reply, Remington would assume he was asleep, so he said truthfully, "I don't know yet." 

The door opened. Remington had only a towel around his waist and it was the first time Andy had seen him without clothes on, was the first time he was aware of the torso tattoos and the muscles, and the first time he realised that this feeling he had, this inability to find the right words, was not a failure of the scientists who had made him, but something else entirely. "What?" Remington asked, and Andy dropped his gaze because he was staring. Remington smiled. "I know. I'm pretty hot." 

Sitting up, Andy said, "You are, yes." 

"The ego boost I get from you is like no other."  Remington sat on the bed and looked at him with a lingering frown. "You still shaken up?" 

"Yes, I believe so." 

"Yeah. I thought you might be. Anyone would be." 

"Thank you for thinking of me." 

"Come on. Lie down." He patted his lap. 

"Can I ask you a question, Remington?" 

"Sure. Anything. But lie down so I can stroke your hair. It looks soft." 

Andy did. He put his head in Remington's lap like the singer wanted. "When did you know you were gay?" 

Remington pulled his hair back from his face. "I suppose I always did. I had girlfriends when I was a teenager, but never felt anything. It was just a thing people did, so I did it. When I was, I think, nineteen, I got drunk and made out with a guy at a party. He was straight, but drunk enough to find me at least attractive enough to kiss, and after that, I just knew. Why do you ask?" 

"I am considering my own sexuality." 

"Well, there's an easy way to find out. Come here." He lifted Andy's head up, bent down, and kissed him. It was a long kiss. At least, long enough to give him time to think about how it felt as it happened, time to linger on the feeling. When they broke apart, Remington gave a smile that was edging on a smirk, and Andy couldn't pull his eyes from his face. "So?" Remington asked. "How was that? Did you like it? Not like it? Get a hard on? Tell all." 

"I..." Andy trailed off. It was the first sign of real human tendencies in his speech beside his tone of voice, the first sign of not always knowing exactly what he was going to say. 

"Alright. Answer this. Would you do that again, or does the thought make you cringe?" He waited patiently for an answer, found Andy's face both humorous and lovely. 

Andy was looking up at him and his eyes were bright. "I would do that again," he said finally. 

Grazing his knuckles over Andy's unbruised cheekbone, Remington smiled. "Well, there you go. You're at least a little bit gay." 

"That is how your knew you were gay?" 

"Well, actually, I sucked the guy off in the bathroom after we made out. But yeah, basically, that's how I knew. Because I made out with a guy and I hadn't done it before." 

Andy hummed. 

"Go to sleep, alright?" 

"You're going to stay?" 

"Do you want me to stay?" 

"Yes." 

"Alright. I'll stay."

Andy closed his eyes. "Thank you, Remi." 

"What for?" 

"Everything." 

Remington shuffled down until he was lying. The towel around his waist had come loose but he didn't bother fixing it.