"So you've told anybody who'd listen about eight billion times," Ainsley teased. But in all honesty, he was happy for Clint and Linc. Anyone who knew the two of them knew that they weren't the most traditional of couples, but Ainsley was never the sort of kid who believed something had to be traditional in order for it to be right or work for the people involved. Life wasn't about traditional. It was about people finding a happy balance where things worked for them, and Linc and Clint had (finally) found that, after long enough of Clint having his head up his ass to the point that Linc very nearly pulled the plug. "Seriously, though, Clitty, I'm happy for you that you finally got your finger out and realized you love him. You two suit the hell out of each other. I guess that's the other reason I wanted to talk to you. I mean, Ange is a girl, and she mostly dates girls, and I wanted insight from a guy who dates other guys. Is that weird of me?"

Ainsley's face took on a grin he couldn't help when Clint started asking him about Harry. Sure, he didn't know him very well, but he could probably go on forever about how cute he was, and all the reasons he was attracted to him, and never get tired of talking about it. It was one of those teenage boy things. "His name's Harry. He's Nick Matheson's little brother, and he's moved here to live with him from Florida. I met him... a week ago? Two weeks? And he's really hot, and sweet, and he's a dancer... Ballet. He's fucking amazing, Clitty. He goes to my school, and I got to help him find his classes and stuff." He sighed dreamily. "Seriously, I kind of want to ask him out."