"Good," Davin says softly, smiling a little and reaching for his water. He doesn't really think James is going to randomly come ask him to dance, but still, it's a nice thought. His brows furrow in slight concern and he can't help the curiosity that wells up in him. "Why is it so bad, if they're happy?"

But then he remembers that some people, a lot of them, don't really care about that. Like his parents don't give a shit if he's happy with some guy. He's still a guy. Maybe it's something like that, blinded by prejudice. "That was probably a dumb question. Some things just never can be easy."