Alistair hated every bit of this. From now on, he was going to take a different path home. Would it be too rude to just turn around and run away if he saw the man walking about in the same places as himself? Probably. He didn't think he could bring himself to do that.

He forced himself to look into the mans eyes and immediately wished he hadn't. It felt so weird. And he was finding himself noticing a little too much the color and sparkle of the other mans eyes. A beautiful dark brown that made him think of chocolate. Alistairs moment of gay panic at least meant that he was now very still.