I need a cigarette

"No idea."

"You gotta have an idea," I said and flipped off the flame. I put the plate down on the table; poured a little milk into my coffee, which he took and took a long drag from and set next to his own mug.

When I sat down, he was already eating, and I sighed and grabbed the fork he put down for me, and then took a look at him. He sat taller, more from posture I knew than growth, and his hair was a little long, but it was still styled like Gene Vincent. He shook his head again, "I really don't."

I pulled a face at him, really more of a mouth twitch, "Well, I suppose it's fine anyway," I changed the subject "Have you heard anything from-" I hesitated, "from his mother?"

He stared at me hard for a moment, and then took a sip from his coffee and sighed. "No."

I hummed, and cut the egg over the rice, and reached to take a long pull of coffee, but remembered he had taken the mug.

Outside the window, the snow had stopped, and it was too cold to not heat the house. But I sat by the window anyway, and knew tonight I'd have a cold.

"Mum thinks I'm gay." I hadn't noticed how neutrally I said it until I heard him choking a second or two later.

"Aren't you?" his breath smelled like coffee, even across the table I could smell it. He began eating his bacon.

I glared at him, and then sighed and he paused, "I'd fuck a man just as easily as a girlie," he returned to eating,  "it's just no one wants to fuck me."

"Fr-"

"Doesn't count," I growled, and then sighed, "he has some fucked up best-friend-I'unno going for me." I prodded my temple, and buttered some toast. I needed an ibuprofen and a strong cup of coffee.

But he had finished the whole pot, the two empty mugs beside him still steamed with a little residual heat.

I rubbed my temple a bit, "Yeah," he kept eating, "Mum just doesn't get the whole bi thing," and it was true. He had fucked plenty of guys in his room and now faithfully stayed with his girlfriend- the love he and she had was far beyond what I knew my parents had- and mum would just think we're fooling ourselves, I let out a cackle of a laugh.

"But I can't just get a boyfriend," I groused and lifted my glass of water, he had convinced mum that he was straight with his girlfriend, "no one wants to date me, and I don't care much for just fooling around."

He just shook his head, and we sat a while in silence. I though about making coffee, and discarded the idea- I couldn't drink the whole pot and he wouldn't stay long enough to finish.

I stood up, put my plate on the counter, and started washing pans.

He kissed my cheek, and put his plate next to mine.

"You haven't eaten anything?"

I just gave a fond smile.