The Adventures of Older!Frederich and Older!Claude

"Not really," he replied, shrugging slightly. "I don't enjoy much at all. I didn't think I would find sex any more enjoyable than anything else, and I've been right so far."

"Then why do you want it?" He asked, frowning slightly. "I mean, if it's just for me, it's okay, you shouldn't--it's not something you should feel like you have to do. I love you no matter what."

"Don't. Don't say that. I do what I want, I don't do it for you."

Frederich frowned at Claude.

"Just checking, I guess," he said with a shrug. "...I know it's what I would do."

"Claude, name at least three ways we're similar personality wise," Frederich replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Well," he said, glancing at the ground, "We, um, well...we both see ghosts. And we both have sisters. And we're both orphans, too."

He smiled sheepishly, hoping that was enough.

"I don't recall those being my personality traits," he chastised.

"Fine, fine," he sighed, "We both like helping people and making money with our talents, and we both like coffee, and we both like night time and napping during the day and we're both gay. Better?"

"Close enough," he replied. "Except, I'm not gay."

"Bi, pan, whatever," he said, getting into the car. "Don't get me started on all of that--far too complicated for me, I think sometimes. I only know I like boys, and that's that."