Conn and Ollie

GA 15, hospital

And then the words he'd been half-expecting since Ollie showed 
up again, "--if he even likes girls."

"I like girls," Connor said, voice remarkably steady, "I'm just not 
interested in dating them."

Dinah smiled at him, but he saw her hand close firmly around 
Ollie's forearm. Roy snorted. Mia put her head down on the side of 
the bed and muttered, "God, Connor, I thought you were never 
gonna tell him."

Ollie's face went through an amazing series of contortions before 
he finally said calmly, "Whatever makes you happy, son."

Roy snickered again. "Man, that must've hurt."

"Hey." Ollie looked hurt. "I am the *king* of open-mindedness. 
Did I ever tell you boys about the time I went undercover to catch 
a bunch of gay-bashers?"

"I remember those *pants,*" Dinah said with a smirk. "Leather, 
with the, ah, backseat cut out."

Roy groaned. "There's an image I did not need."

"Ditto," Connor agreed, openly laughing and privately relieved.