Smoking IS bad for me ok but also what if i need to smoke with my "best friend" and i cant find a lighter and he offers to light my cigarette with the cherry of his, the light luminating his face in the darkness, and just enough for me to realize im in gay homo love with him ok.
what if i got stabbed and layed sick in my bed while you watched me fondly and touched my hand and i asked if u fancied a fine fabric and u said u think u do and i showed you my secret closet with summer linens and you were the first person to speak kindly to me of these things
gay flirting in the 1700s is like "you could be a chef" "probably could, maybe i will. i can do anything" "i'd come to your restaurant" "well, you might not get in. it's gonna be very popular" "you'd save me a seat, wouldn't you?" "maybe..."