"Well—I'm—Luo Binghe and I are dating. Um, like, courting, kind of? Except that we've already slept together, once, but that was—" He sighs. "Let me see if I can lay this out plainly like I did the whole being dead thing: Luo Binghe was the protagonist of a book I was reading when I died. I ended up in that book, after death, but that's actually not the important part, here. The important part is—his relationship with women, in that book, it—it wasn't good." Understatement of the fucking century. "It was, to be blunt, badly written erotica, and he was basically forced by the author's hand into marrying endless women, sometimes only hours or days after meeting them, and then losing interest immediately and meeting someone new." He carefully lines Laertes' eyelid with light. "Once he came here, he realized he's gay—that he doesn't even really desire women at all, only men. It's—fucked up."