"Yes." Rico mumbled angrily into his arm. There was nothing more to it than that, though the irritation seething through his voice, making it dark and thick, was entirely aimed at Kysis. Not Matthew. Matthew asking the questions was probably a good thing. Him being blunt about it was even better. People who beat around the bush bothered Rico to no end. Right now, it would have made Rico do something he would regret and storm out of the room, like an angry child.
Rico felt much like an angry, jealous child right now.
"Too bad Lam won\'t be nice enough to point me in a good direction since she took the one I was aiming for." That was also grumbled, though Rico rested his chin on his arms now, speaking out to the air rather than his arm. There was no wetness on his eyes, though there was an exasperation on his voice that was undeniable.
How many years had he played this frustrating came with Kysis? Kysis would give a little, then be elusive, give a little more, be unattainable, give a lot more, then hide behind an impenetrable fortress of steeled emotions. Boo, Rico said. Boo. Cat and mouse was irritating. It was enjoyable at first, but it had gone on for too long, and now the mouse really was out of reach.
"Are there even men here that like the same as me?" Rico sat up, leaning back in his chair and staring at the wall. It was more of a rhetorical question, as there were gay men across the world and across history, but part of him did want to know.