Keith coloured crimson. He looked away. He mumbled something.
Jason just went on looking at him.
Keith looked up from the table and met Jason's eyes. “It's all very well for you. You're a stunningly handsome, incredibly sexy man. Blue eyes, blond hair, sportsman's body, straight-acting. You can probably get anyone you want.”
It was Jason's turn to colour. “C'mon!” he muttered, turning away.
“Well, you are. Jeez, Jase, just admit it!”
Jason turned to Keith and stared directly into his eyes. “Keith, you are a handsome, sexy, lovely bloke. Look at you now!” And he touched Keith's chin with his finger then turned his head to one side and then the other. “You're handsome, you scrub up nice – don't think I didn't notice – and you have a kind heart. You have lovely eyes.”
“But you don't want me.”
“I don't want anybody.” He paused for many heartbeats. Then he said “Keith, my dear, you are not a nothing. Being gay doesn't make you worthless whatever the bigots say.”